Page 4 of Snow White

My pale hair bounces in perfect curls on my shoulder as I stride down the stairs to meet my prey. I’ve planned every step of this from the moment I decided to marry into this family. I used persuasion to bring this event about. From the shadows, I’ve pulled the strings, anticipated every event, and expected every outcome.

However, there was one thing I hadn’t taken into account. Snow races down the stairs, her habit as pure as her name. My eyes lock on her breasts, the lush curves bouncing as she runs. My mouth goes dry, and I force myself not to squeeze my thighs together. This is…inconvenient.I was not expecting to be so attracted to her. Innocent and pure were never interesting to me. Yet, with Snow, I can’t stop thinking of all the ways I want to make her beg.I can already see her on her knees, begging to touch me, pleasure me.I wonder if her pussy will taste as pure as snow...

“How’d you do that?” Her voice snaps me out of my fantasy.

I shoot a smirk at her. “Practice. Hurry before the sun goes down.”

She blinks a few times before nodding and taking my hand again. I want to pull my hand out of hers immediately, but if I’m to gain her trust, use her to get to her father, I’m going to have to endure moments like this.

We walk hand in hand to the stables. When we arrive, I finally have an excuse to pull away. “Now, which is yours, my dear Snow?”

She nearly skips to a midnight steed, placing her hand on his nose. “This is Doc. I’ve had him for almost five years now.”

My massive dappled grey destrier kicks and snorts as I approach. His nostrils flare wide, and his breath fogs the air as he rages at the confinement. “This is Beast.”

I know what you’re thinking. You’re right.

Snow kisses Doc on his nose before coming to my side. She tilts her head, sending a wave of her frosted apple scent over me. “Beast?”

“He used to be the rudest of men, but he’s calmed down quite a bit. Haven’t you?” I ask the Beast sweetly. The horse snaps his teeth in response, and I pull my hand back just in time to keep from losing a finger. He’ll pay for that later.

Snow’s tight dark curls bounce as she reaches out to stroke Beast’s muzzle. “He’s beautiful.” Beast snaps at Snow’s fingers. She frowns before trying to touch his snout again.

“He’s not friendly,” I say.

Snow assesses him carefully, the scent of icy apples filling the air as she summons a snowflake into her hand. “I’m not sure that is true.”

Beast pauses, his red eyes watching Snow warily. She waits patiently, and he takes a step closer to her. He lowers his head and nuzzles at her hand, licking up the snowflake greedily.

I raise a brow. “You should be cautious with your power, Snow. You know there are some who might want to take it from you.”

Like me.

Snow giggles softly, summoning more snowflakes for Beast, who laps them up greedily. “And who would do that?”

“There are many who covet power.” I shake my head as she continues to charm the dangerous beast. “Shall we ride?”

Snow kisses Beast’s nose. “Yes!” She leads Doc from his stall and starts to tack him, murmuring, “We are going to win this. Aren’t we, boy?”

I snicker and lift the saddle onto Beast’s back. “We shall see, Snow, don’t count on me holding back.”

She locks eyes with mine, her icy blue eyes sparkling. “You don’t know how well I can ride.”

I’d love to see you riding my face.

I throw myself onto Beast’s back and kick him off without warning.

Chapter Four

Snow

“Cheater!” I shout before kicking off. Doc rears before galloping behind Azura. My hair flies wildly in the wind, my heart pounding in my chest. I laugh as I come up behind her, Doc’s eyes on the prize. We both want to win, our competitive nature thick in our blood. Eric and I used to ride horses all the time before our mother died. I would always win, and we would always end up fighting. It didn’t matter if I ended up with a couple of cuts and scrapes. It was fun, and we were together. I was happy, and so was he.

Eric races ahead of me on his caramel-colored steed he’d named Winner. Father had laughed, but Mother had only smiled and told him it was a unique name. She loves everything the two of us do, even if it is completely silly.

Now, the thing about Winner is that he is quite a lazy horse. His favorite pastime is to stand in the pasture and munch on the grass while the other horses run around. Eric goes out to the pasture to try to encourage him to run, tempting him with snacks like carrots and apples. It worked the first few times, but Winner decided that hay was much nicer than running.

Within seconds, my horse, Happy, and I race past Eric, my laugh obnoxious and loud as I pass him. I even stick my tongue out just to rub it in. Eric tries hard to catch up, but I pass our imaginary finish line just before he can pass me. I laugh and circle back.

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