The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness

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ENRIQUE ~

I slam the bathroom door behind me, running my fingers through my hair. That is not how I was expecting our first confrontation to go.

I was lost in thought when I had entered, not even noticing the small phone screen. I mean, how the f**k would I when all I saw when I glanced at her were her thick thighs and boobs?

I smirk as I take her phone out, which is blowing up with messages. Placing it aside, I take my pants off and get into the shower, wanting to scrub myself clean of any traces of that creature. Washing my hands and arms before returning just didn't feel enough. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on NovelDrama.Org. Visit NovelDrama.Org to read the complete chapters for free. Papi. I think smugly. I didn't even need to do anything. She herself stressed her father out without me even having to say much. But she's f*****g entertaining...

She deserves far more, but whether it is selfish to think this or not, I like that I own her heart... even if it's better I didn't...

Scrubbing off, my mind goes back to the Chupacabra and Joseph. I sigh heavily.

Tonight I need to dive again and find the source of their entry, those things aeren't meant for the water. They don't have gills and from what little Carlos knows and from my own memory of local folklore is that these things are land dwellers. So, for the attacks to happen in the water, it reinforces all our assumptions that they do come from water, though.

I finish washing, switch the shower off and grab a towel, drying my hair roughly before wrapping it around my waist. Now to go make her blush a little more-stop Enrique.

I sigh, lowering my head. What am I doing? After last night, I need to stick to what I said.

Last night I got a little too relaxed, but I promise today will be just one day out... one trip to show her the beauty of Puerto Rico because after the summit, she will not return here. Perhaps she can take a momento or two home to her parents...

A quick glance at the video was enough to take in who some of them were. Rayhan Rossi, the billionaire businessman who runs the Rossi Empire. Also, an alpha of two packs.

The blond man was Royce Arden, the Solaris King and the alpha of two powerful packs, also the man who is heading the summit. The girl beside him was Kataleya's twin sister.

The other man... I am not certain, but I feel he was the one who took me away from the battlefield back then. That leaves the man and woman in the top corner. The screen was small, so I'm not so sure...

Pulling open the door, I step out, stopping in my tracks when my eye falls on the woman before me. My throat suddenly feels dry as I watch her button up her blouse.

She's wearing a lace beige-cream top that leaves abso-fuckin-lutely nothing to the imagination. She's wearing a cream strapless bra underneath it and she's humming to herself, her long hair tumbling over her shoulder. Fuck. I said get dressed, not dress up.

Her top is tucked into a pair of rust-coloured fitted pants that are again sticking to her and accentuating her curves perfectly.

She's wearing a pair of heels on her dainty feet, and she's styled her hair somewhat differently. Is it bigger?

Her lips are painted a glossy rust colour that matches her pants. She now looks up and smiles at me, blushing coyly as she averts her gaze.

"I'm ready," she says, looking down as she tugs at her sleeves, clasping her hands in front of her, which only squeezes her breasts together f*****g temptingly.

"Yeah, I can see that," I say, looking away. The urge to go over there and tell her how good she looks is at the tip of my tongue, but I bite it, settling to ignore her. I need to keep my distance... otherwise, I'm not sure I'll be able to stop myself from 'ruining' her as her padre would say.

"Oh..." she murmurs. I glance at her as I walk over to the wardrobe, trying not to focus on her scent that fills the room. What's her problem now?

I pull out some beige pants and a brown shirt. Removing my towel, I hear her gasp, but... I can feel her eyes on me...

Getting there, Princesa...

I get dressed quickly. I slip on some shoes before I run my fingers through my hair and apply some cologne, finishing with a prosthetic and slipping a glove on over it.

Once done, I turn to her. She's standing there, her large doe eyes on me and I c**k a brow.

"Ready?" I ask her, noticing she's put on some pretty earrings. "When I said get changed, I did not mean dress up."

She tilts her head. "I'm dressed casually," she says, sounding a little confused as she teasingly smooths her pants, which only makes me look at how the fabric sticks to her.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

I cock a brow. "We have different meanings for that word then... There is nothing casual about you. Let's go." I say, needing to be out of this room, being alone with her f***s with my head.

"I could say the same about you... you always dress so well. And those pants look very good on you..." I glance at her sharply just as she quickly looks away, making me question exactly where she might have been looking.

"I'm simply wearing what I usually wear."

"So am I." she muses. My gaze flicks to the lace top.

Really? I don't think so... the temptation to tear that top off is going to last all day...

"Where are we going?" she asks, as I pull open the door.

"You'll find out," I remark, looking over my shoulder at her. Her eyes meet mine and her heart skips a beat. "All you need to do is follow Papi like a good girl."