Novels by Princess Heroin

Dante woke up the next morning with wild thoughts of a certain artist with steely gray eyes on his mind. He had stepped out briefly to attend to an important business call and by the time he walked back in, she had already gone. I’m just going to set up another meeting with her, we could pick up from where we were rudely cut off, Dante thought as he contemplated finding that security guard and rendering him jobless.Picking up his phone, he wanted to dail Skai’s number but instead made a call to his personal assistant as he realized he never collected it. “Have you gotten the art pieces I bought from the exhibition last night? Good. Hope you stayed anonymous? Perfect. One more thing, get me anything and everything you can find on the artist and include her phone number– I know you’re a bloodhound for information. Do this quick and meet me at Lina’s Brew”, Dante ordered. He got up quickly, got dressed and went for coffee at the little cafe to assess the week’s report for his winery,

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God”, Skai cried out as she unsuccessfully tried tying the straps of her halter dress with shaky hands. The knocks were getting louder and any minute, they’d barge in. Dante, though, was cool as a cucumber. He didn’t even bother putting on his shirt, he just got his dress pants zipped, adjusted his belt and sat on the couch like he owned the room.“Where are my shoes”, she asked as she scanned her eyes round the room with no sign of her stilettos.Dante calmly pointed at her toes. She never took them off. “Fuck”, she cursed under her breath, feeling her embarrassment pile over her head.“Hi”, Skai greeted the security guard at the door. She had finally gotten the straps of her dress in a knot that could hold it in place— hopefully— and was red as a cherry.“Oh, Miss Leighton. I heard voices and was worried someone had gotten access to your private back room”.“Oh, no. It’s just me. You have nothing to worry about, sir. Keep up the good work”, Skai assured

“Here we are. Don’t pay too much mind to the mess. I’ve been working on new pieces and I like to get my ideas down whenever I get them, hence the papers”, Skai said as she hurriedly cleared the burgundy velvet lounge couch to make room for Dante to sit.“What’s that?” Dante asked as he walked towards a solitary art piece too large to ignore. “Why wasn’t this displayed tonight?”“This one’s a little too personal to be shown. It’s the first thing I painted when I could finally lift my hand. It was the only image on my mind for a long time”, Skai said as her eyes glossed over looking at the painting in the soft lighting of the room.“You had a problem lifting your hand?”, Dante asked with furrowed eyebrows.“Umm, about three years ago I was in a fatal car accident. Yeah… painting was my redemption”, she replied with a distant look in her eyes.“Well, it’s nice to see you on your feet”, he responded as he extended a hand to her and pulled her in when she took it. He slowly pulled her in

Skai felt her tummy do the somersaults. Tonight was hers—finally, her first exhibition. Yes, her art was erotic but it came from her soul—and the lustful desires that lurk there.“Who’s he?”, Skai asked the assistant, nodding her head towards a tall man obviously admiring her art.“Beats me”, the assistant responded with a shrug.She walked towards him and he seemed so lost, he hadn’t realized she was beside him.“Stunning, yeah?”, she asked in a shy voice as she realized the art he was looking at.Something about the artwork punched Dante in the gut. He stood, wine in hand, mesmerized by the gentle strokes of the brush that painted what at first looked like a flower but on closer look, turned out to be the most visual representation of a pussy. The light blush of pink and the representation of moistness mimicked how a perfectly teased cunt would be. As he gulped his wine, all he could wonder was how that pretty pussy would taste on his tongue.“Hi?”, Skai said as she placed her