50. Hopeless

Rita couldn't help but stare at the mesmerizing beauty in front of her. How could a man possible look like this?

She took in every detail. The perfectly sculpted face, the defined eyebrows, the flaming eyes, the sharp nose, lips made to kiss and a flawless skin. And his hair, it was long, thick and black and shone in the sunlight. Rita realized that none of his hair was out of place or dirty even though they had spent the whole day on a battlefield.

The prince leaned down and reached behind her. His scent reached her nostrils, he smelled so nice. He should smell of sweat and blood after killing almost all her men.

After hearing a cutting sound Rita’s hands were free. Before she could stand up he grabbed her jaw and made her look at him. "Don't ever think of running." He warned his voice low.

Rita was never the obedient type but she found herself nodding. He slowly let go of her face and her body tingled with carnal awareness as his fingertips brushed her skin. It terrified her. She ne