He moves closer and closer until finally he’s standing right in front of me, looking down into my eyes from behind his mask.
“Who are you?” I whisper.
“You know exactly who.”
I choke, whimpering as his hand jerks up very suddenly. His fingers wrap tight around my throat, squeezing just tightly enough to send alarm bells exploding through my head and adrenaline coursing through my veins. He leans close and that same spicy clean scent of him drifts into my senses as his lips hover less than an inch from my left ear.
“I’m the man you begged to chase you, Bianca,” he growls. “The stranger you asked to be surprised by in the dark so that I could fuck you until your knees gave out and my cum dripped from every slutty little hole you have.”
Sweet Jesus.
My whole core spasms. My fingertips tingle, and my face throbs as his lewd words rake fiercely over my skin.
“Now,” he murmurs, his hand still wrapped around my throat and his neon X eyes still stabbing into my soul. “What to do with you…”
My knees shake. Adrenaline, fear, anxiety, and desire pulse and throb through my veins like a heady cocktail of drugs.
“I…what we talked about…” I croak.
He tilts his head to the side, leering down at me.
“You want to play that game?”
I tremble, then nod my head.
“I didn’t hear you.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He’s silent. The seconds tick by as his head slowly tips side to side.
“No.”
He rasps it out suddenly as his hand drops from my throat. Without another word, he turns and starts to walk back to his throne.
“W-what?” I choke out, shaking.
“I said no,” he growls, pausing to turn and level his masked eyes at me.
My lip worries between my teeth. “Why? Because you know who I am?”
“Yes.”
My lips curl. “You’re scared of my father?”
He barks a sudden, cold, metallic laugh that has me gasping.
“No, prinkípissa. I’m not.”
My eyes narrow on him. “Why do you keep calling me that?”
“Because I see right fucking through you…princess.”
My lips purse. “I’m not a princess—”
“You are. You might as well have fucking woodland creatures dancing and singing all around you, with a talking squirrel for a fucking sidekick,” he snarls. “You’re a princess in the most Disney fucking sense of the word. So go wish upon a star to be anywhere but here with any other man but me.”
He turns and starts to walk away again.
My hands ball to two fists at my sides as I draw in a shaky breath.
“I’m here. You brought me here. So are you going to do it or not?”
He audibly snarls as he whirls on me, the neon of his mask looking demonic as he peers down at me.
“Do what?” he snaps.
“What… What we came here for.”
A low, dark chuckle rumbles from somewhere within the depths of his broad chest.
“And what did you come here for?”
My face turns scarlet as my eyes drop to my feet.
“Well?”
“Y-you know,” I mumble.
