She gets what she wants, a perks of being a principessa.
She bends the rules on her convenience, the very presence of her in a room makes dangerous man shivers in fear.
The most beautiful, cunning woman who would do anything to gain power over power...
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•Adrian•
"Release me." I briefly pause, when she firmly speaks. My lips twitch upward and I continue stroll towards my wine pantry and slowly pour a drink for myself.
I finally turn to look at her while leaning on the edge of counter, my palm flex against the surface while with other hand I swirl the glass of whiskey, her eyes are blazing with resentment and hatred, such a little girl I would love to breaking apart.
"What makes you think I'll release you easily." I deadpan, gaze boring a hole into her.
She scowled and rolls her eyes, the audacity of hers doing it right infront of her possible death, pricked me in my skin.
There's no doubt she's young yet brave and smart to even trying tricking Jayden my second-in command but she's also a fool to think she could be able to escape from me, unscathed.
"Shit!! sherlock, I asked you to free me from these." she yanked her hand which was clasped in tight handcuffs. The other hand was holding my sheets around her chest, preventing it from falling.
The sight of her naked body clad in just a thin silk doesn't evoke anything in me instead I find her, a mediocre.
Her black wavy hair flows to the shoulder and face was bruised, cuts on heart-shaped lips which I must say is the only and best feature of her face that could entices men like me, but not me.
I watches how her jaw clenched and unclenched when I didn't responded.
And this particular sight is what sets fire inside me. I see her not more than a little girl who will eventually become a pawn in the game of power then would be given to another asshole who mold her into a dutiful wife afterall that's what an Italian woman, a mere doormat.
But I come to realisation that's not something I want, easy life is not for her. She is not for others to break.
If anyone have right to break her, that would be me. She has to perish infront of my eyes. She has to ignite in the flames I will put her on begging me for the mercy. That's when I'll feel the warmth from fire not the burn.
Her hatred is going to be my redemption. She's going to pay for sin her father caused.
I breath out seeing her constantly tugging the handcuffs, her bare back was flaunting at me while the thin cover around her perky ass can leave a lot to imagine.
She's anything but a walking temptress. A kind I loathe alot.
"You got quite a phone calls on burner phone you had with yourself." I speak through the rim of glass and notice the reaction it ought from her, back stiffened and harsh take of a breath, I smirks, "a distressed boyfriend?"
I really enjoyed the way her hand tightly clutch the sheets around her body, inspite of suppressing anger. She's still a young and inexperienced which why her act of nonchalant didn't go unnoticed by me.
