Page 36 of Corrupted Heart

“Yes.”

My lips curl. “You’re scared of my father?”

He barks a sudden, cold, metallic laugh that has me gasping.

“No, prinkípissa. I’m not.”

My eyes narrow on him. “Why do you keep calling me that?”

“Because I see right fucking through you…princess.”

My lips purse. “I’m not a princess?—”

“You are. You might as well have fucking woodland creatures dancing and singing all around you, with a talking squirrel for a fucking sidekick,” he snarls. “You’re a princess in the most Disney fucking sense of the word. So go wish upon a star to be anywhere but here with any other man but me.”

He turns and starts to walk away again.

My hands ball to two fists at my sides as I draw in a shaky breath.

“I’m here. You brought me here. So are you going to do it or not?”

He audibly snarls as he whirls on me, the neon of his mask looking demonic as he peers down at me.

“Do what?” he snaps.

“What… What we came here for.”

A low, dark chuckle rumbles from somewhere within the depths of his broad chest.

“And what did you come here for?”

My face turns scarlet as my eyes drop to my feet.

“Well?”

“Y-you know,” I mumble.

“Maybe I’ve forgotten. Maybe I want you to be a good girl and just fucking tell me.”

Heat explodes across my face as I look down at my hands and take a deep breath.

“Are you going to fuck me or not?” I blurt.

The church is silent. Slowly, he turns to face me full on. His neon eyes pierce my very soul, and I shudder when he starts to walk toward me. He circles me like a shark in the water, his gaze never leaving mine as he does so.

He walks all the way around me, then stops right in front of my face.

“No.”

I wince. It’s like he’s just struck me. My spirit cracks, falling to the floor at my feet as he slowly starts to walk around me again.

“Because of who my father is?” I whisper.

I tense as I feel him stop right behind me, and I shudder when I feel him lean down close, his lips near my ear again.

“No, prinkípissa,” he snarls quietly. “Because I’d break you if I fucked you the way I like to fuck. And you’d do well to remember that before you try to cross paths with someone like me again.”

He drifts back in front of me, his eyes leering down into my face. Then, without another word, he turns and starts to stroll away, back to his throne.

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