Page 110 of Fortress of the King

She’s so fucking beautiful.

That in itself just goes to show you how far gone I actually am. I still hold her beauty in as much esteem as I do my life. No wonder Marco and Enzo looked at me like I’d lost my mind. Maybe I have.

I sip my drink and turn back to her as I hear her murmur in her sleep. Curious, I saunter around to try and make out her taunted whispers.

Her eyelids flutter and her chest moves rapidly as I watch with fascination.

“…..No….please….”she murmurs softly, then, “Angelo.”

My name on her lips jolts me like I’ve been struck by lightning. There has never been such a sweet sound, it’s like a siren’s call. Even if I am a fucking fool, I afford myself this last little luxury.

Without thinking, my hand moves to her face as I caress her cheek with my knuckle. My hand then moves over her hair, smoothing it down as my throat thickens.

She bewitches me at every single turn, even unconscious. And the sight of her here, in the shadows, all alone with me in my house with nowhere to run to, sends shivers down my spine.

She’s mine now. To do what I want with, she’s at my mercy.

I smirk, a cold reverie running through my bones.

She’s the fucking devil.

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