To Become A Prince

"What's going on here?" She asks, a hard edge to her tone. Dante attempts a nonchalant smile, but it is Alejandro she directs her gaze to.

"Just having a chat with your . . . friend."

"I see."

"Save me a dance," Alejandro says, leaning against the table as he eyes her up.

"We can do a lot more than just dance," she whispers, pressing her hand purposely into his back. Alejandro freezes, feeling her left hand travel up his side until her fingers spread out over the back of his neck.

"Still want to dance with me?" She whispers into his ear. Her right hand presses down further, and Alejandro can only stay frozen in place as the sharp knife digs threateningly into his back. He glares at Dante, who is standing only a few feet away, unaware of what is happening right in front of him.

"Spread the word," she orders, her breathy voice turning stony. Irina takes a step back, giving him a full view of the dangerous look on her face. "Nobody touches what is mine."

***

The most desirable Irina Reznikov may just be in love, and that alone is far too dangerous for her world.

When the man your heart bleeds for betrays your trust, do you wish him death or take ownership of his soul? Irina cannot bring herself to let the fatal bullet hit its target, so instead of ending the blue-eyed boy's life, she takes him away from the world, hiding him in the many rooms of the Russian manor.

Dante is pulled from his life of loneliness and thrust into the world of blood and bullets. He learns of a side of the Russian spitfire that he never thought imaginable. Even if she wants to, she can never let him leave; he simply knows too much.

He belongs to her now, and he must live with this fact.

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