Prince Darion's Pet
“Now tell me who you belong to,” He rasped, his breath hot against my face as I straddled him.
The way his arms wrapped around my waist made my breath hitch, and I clutched onto his shirt tighter.
“Answer me,” he thundered, making me shudder in fright.
“I belong to Prince Darion,” I muttered, my voice low. I could feel the sound of my erratic heartbeat drumming against my chest, yet I could only grind my teeth against each other.
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Chosen by Darion Gray, I'd become his possession, unable to escape even if I wanted to. Not only had he owned my body, but my soul as well.
What I hadn't expected was for me to fall for a man who had worn a mask since the beginning. A mask he never took off.