Page 21 of Santiago's Conquest (Four Dark Horsemen 1)

Men for whom rules and order don’t exist, because they crush them under their thumbs.

Life is endless play while women are nothing but interchangeable bodies.

They say there is no woman alive who can resist them or a man who doesn’t bow to them.

Each one of them has a tattoo on their collarbone too that members of the press have seen, writing entire articles about it, speculating what it might mean but never finding an answer.

In chaos do we thrive.

The Four Dark Horsemen.

Santiago

I find the object of my search standing out from the other two sisters like a not-yet-carved expensive gemstone among the rocks.

Look at me getting all fucking poetic.

Her heavy brown locks cascading down to her lower back are held in place by a tight clip on the side of her head, although it does little to contain the wildness contrasting with her pale skin through which every vein in her body is visible.

Especially her wildly beating pulse.

My first instinct should be imagining blood slowly dripping from it, leaving bruises on the pale perfection, showcasing my work in its full glory.

Instead, I want to skim my knife along it and watch goose bumps of fear break across her skin. Erotic images flash and fill my mind with two of the things in this world that give me pleasure.

The silver dress hugs her tight, emphasizing to the world every curve and dip of her body from her full breasts to narrow waist and wide hips that can cradle a man between them as he gets lost in her body.

Cradle me.

Unfamiliar rage and possessiveness boil my blood when I think of anyone else touching this beautiful creature who should have never been dumped into hell. These reactions demand I mark her in a way that leaves no doubt she belongs to me. The emotions are so foreign to me I almost fail to recognize them and chuckle under my breath, finding the reaction amusing.

I should have expected that. Even as a child, I never shared, so why would she be any different?

After all, she’s my most beloved toy for the time being, or should I say temporarily filling the place until I get what I really want.

Her mysterious eyes gaze at me with curiosity, bringing attention to their beauty, their different colors of green and gray so vivid in her face that one doesn’t know on which one he should focus more.

For some, they’re creepy, but for me though?

I’ve never seen anything more stunning, and I wonder how they will look when I trail my tongue all over her, teaching her all the ways a human body can experience pleasure and still crave more. Will they light up with fire and desire or become the colors of melted stones?

Mujer hermosa.

None of these thoughts had even crossed my mind until my gaze landed on her.

What the fuck happens when the hunter starts to want the bait as much as he does the prey?

Chapter Six

“People say to be careful what you wish for because it might come true.

They are right.”

Briseis

From Flora’s diaries

10 December

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