Page 28 of Cursed Heirs

It shouldn’t be possible in such a windy and snowy area.

Hot breath fanned over the side of my neck and I spun.

No one was there.

I felt that breath a my neck again, then a hand stroked my back.

I spun only to find no one there again.

“Stop!” I yelled out, my voice echoing through the mountains.

“That’s not in my vocabulary.”

Another rush of air encircled me, before he materialized right in front of me.

Constantine Vale.

His long black hair whipped in the wind.

He was dressed down in just a pair of linen pants, his broad, muscular chest on full display.

“You’ll learn that this night, darling princess.”

“I’m not your princess.”

“Oh, but you are. And after tonight, there will be no qualms about that.”

I shuddered at his words, unable to contain the reaction.

Instinctively, I went to call my power to conjure some clothes, then my plan was to keep him talking while I figured a way out of here and what sort of magical state he’d trapped me in. A dream? A manufactured plane?

But not even sparks came into being.

“Your magic won’t work here. I am in full control of this plane.”

A plane then. That was something.

But what could I do without my fucking magic?

“How?”

“I ingested your blood.”

I cursed under my breath.

“Release me. Now.”

“You’re being far too hasty. We’ve yet to get to know one another.” He licked his lips as he ran his dirty gaze all over my naked body. “Especially not to my satisfaction.”

“Don’t touch me,” I seethed.

“And why not?”

“I’m not yours.”

“You’re to become mine.”

“You said that during our battle. Why? What do you want with me?”

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