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I hope he isn’t right. I don’t think I could kill someone.

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Dante

My princess never ceases to amaze me. We sit at a bar in Miami, Florida. She looks so gorgeous. Her sun-kissed skin is glowing, giving her an ethereal look. She is wearing a silky halter top and a pair of tattered jean shorts that I can’t wait to take off of her later.

After our lengthy conversation about the fire, she seemed irritated. I knew my theory would spark a fire in her. She wants revenge, and she wants it bad.

I had to practically convince her to sit on it before she did anything rash. She agreed to come here, but only if I decided to let her have a meeting with Lucien and me when we return. My little princess is more like me than she thought.

She stirs her straw around in her drink, making the ice clink together.

She mentioned that she wanted to get away for a bit after her mother’s funeral, so the following week we packed up and flew to Miami. We have been here for two fucking weeks. Tonight is our last night here before we head back to reality. The reality she knows now is drastically different from the reality she had a month ago.

A month ago my girl had her parents accepting me, inviting us over for dinners, and she was a ray of sunshine—most of the time. Now, she has me. That’s all. Her father moved to California this week, leaving my little princess with no one, except me.

“What are you thinking about?” Her question snaps me from my trance, only to realize I’ve been staring at her tits this whole time.

I flash her a smile.

“You know what I’m always thinking about.” I wink at her.

Her laughter is infectious. God. I love her. I don’t know when I started loving her, but that night, as she sat on the bed, frozen in shock, I knew I loved her. I never wanted to see her like that again. I haven’t said it to her since, and she hasn’t asked.

“You know, I have a lot more to offer you than sex,” she teases playfully as she gets up from her seat, turning and peering at me over her shoulder.

My eyes drop to her round ass. I’m going to fuck her brains out later.

“What’s that?” I bite my lip as she wiggles her ass at me.

“You’ll have to catch me to find out,” she winks and bolts out of the bar.

She drives me fucking mad. I pull out my wallet and slap a hundred dollars on the table, unable to contain myself, and I bolt out after her. I look left and right until I spot her running towards the peer. Fuck.

I bolt after her. I look up to see her reach the end of the pier with nowhere to go. My little princess is out of options.

“Didn’t think that one through, did you?” I tease her as I make my way down the pier.

Her hands move to the hem of her shirt, and she pulls it over her head, revealing her perky breasts. God, what I would do to scoop one up in my mouth right now, but my eyes drop to my name— perfectly carved into the skin under her tits. Fucking perfect.

“I think I have other options,” she winks at me as she moves her handsto the bottom of her shorts. I lick my lips, feeling the blood rush to my cock.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I stride towards her, and her movement halts.

“And why is that?” She sucks in her bottom lip biting it as she looks up at me.

I drop down to my knee in front of her and slide the velvet box out of my jeans.

“Because I don’t want the world to see what is mine.”

I open the box, showcasing a ring I had made just for her. A black diamond ring with claw prongs. It has a matte black band with an engraving on the inside:Always Yours.

I look up into her eyes, and the forest consumes me.

“Evelyn. I have never wanted anything more in my life. You are my reason for breathing, my reason for existing. I will never accept a life without you in it. You are mine, baby. You were always mine.”

She looks down at me, tears streaming down her face. Her nipples are hardened from the salty breeze that surrounds us. She wipes away the tears from her cheeks.