Page 14 of Snows Sinful Seven

As I stand in my bedroom, looking out at the dark moonlight forest, I still feel it.

Howls pierce the air, and I jump back. Fear and unease fill me. Grabbing my robe, I slip it on, then my slippers, before quickly making my way through the palace to Regina’s room.

I’m just about to knock on her door when it opens. I blink up at her, eyes matching the surprise in mine. “I was just coming to check on you.” She laughs softly. “Are you okay?”

“Couldn’t sleep. Still feel off.” I rub my arms.

“Come in.” She opens her door. “The bed is big enough for the two of us.”

I know this is wrong, I shouldn’t be here. Not with her. But as we slip under the blanket and Regina pulls me into her arms to cuddle, I nearly cry with how perfect everything feels. While it should be wrong, nothing about it feels that way.

Letting myself be swallowed by her warmth, her smell, I drift off into one of the best sleeps of my life.

Chapter 4

Regina

Iwant nothing more than to be spending time with Snow. But instead, I’m roaming around the palace, trying to distract my mind from the beautiful Princess.

At first, Snow was a friend I so desperately needed. Someone to spend time with and help pass the long hours of the dreadful days trapped within these walls.

Then, I started growing dependent on seeing her every day. If I couldn’t, it would bug me. When I finally saw her, I was excited and happy.

It wasn’t until we took our little adventure into the village that I realized my feelings for her went beyond friends.

She told me we could run away together, that she would risk it all to bring me with her. That's when I knew I was falling in love with the sweet, kind, raven-haired Princess.

Who just so happened to be my stepdaughter. How fucked up is that?

Of all the people I could have fallen for, why did it have to be her? Not that it would matter if it was someone else. I’m destined to be forever trapped in a loveless marriage.

The sheer idea of letting the King have sex with me makes me want to puke and claw at my skin. There’s only so much longer I can avoid him.

That's also why I’m off on my own right now, not wanting to stay in one place long enough to be found.

But even as I explore the endless amount of rooms—rooms that are filled with art and sculptures, weapons and firearms, or the ones with endless amounts of books—my mind keeps drifting back to Snow.

What is she doing right now? Is she enjoying herself? Is she doing something fun that I’m missing out on?

I just want to be near her, hear her sweet laugh, see her stunning smile. Fuck, that smile always makes my heart skip a damn beat.

She cares about me, wants what’s best for me. I’ve never had that before. Someone who cares about my needs, my wants.

She meant it back in the woods when she said my body was mine to do with as I please, that no one should force themselves to have it. Only thing is, my body wants her.

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