Page 35 of Santiago's Conquest (Four Dark Horsemen 1)

She pulls her hands back to herself before pushing me hard, ordering with her trembling voice, “Let go of me.”

I do as she says instantly, stepping away and sliding out of her to both of our groans and tuck myself inside after removing the condom and throwing it in the trash bin. I zip my pants while she adjusts her dress and jumps to the floor, threading her fingers through her hair.

Useless job, as I fisted it so hard no one will have doubts she was properly debauched in the library like a good girl. Besides, even if she manages to fix her hair, she won’t be able to wipe away the hickeys gracing her neck and upper shoulders, the angry red bite marks stamping my ownership over her delectable body.

A smile tips my mouth; satisfaction along with unfamiliar possessiveness rushes through my veins at the prospect of other men seeing her in this condition and knowing she belongs to someone.

Belongs to me.

As long as we participate in this twisted and dark game of mine, Briseis is mine and only mine, and if there ever be a fool to stand in my way and try to claim what already belongs to me…

Well, he can send God and the devil my regards, because he will sign himself a death warrant.

“This shouldn’t have happened. It was a mistake,” she whispers before grabbing her stuff and darting toward the entrance, her bare feet soundless on the carpet while she makes her hasty retreat, leaving the scent of her lavender perfume floating in the air.

Her husky voice blankets my dick and jerks it to attention, the beast inside me wanting to run after her and catch her before she can escape and then fuck her hard on the floor, so she learns to never leave me.

My beautiful, artistic Briseis can get me going by her voice alone and make me forget all about my plan.

Dangerous, so dangerous, because the plan should always come first.

Briseis is nothing but a conquest to achieve my goal, a very tempting and seductive, passionate conquest the rider seeks… whose eyes have the power to haunt me whenever I close mine, their expression luring me toward her with the deep need to soothe.

My father loves my mother like a madman. He saw her and knew she would be his. Despite her stubborn resistances, with time, she accepted his obsession and sort of fell in love with him too. He left her no choice, because he would have never allowed her to divorce him.

I might not share a lot of characteristics with my father, but I am his son.

I will love to the point of insanity, in more obsessive ways than my parents. If I ever let myself care for a woman, she will be the center of my dark universe where without her, life will be meaningless.

However, love, affection, and even attachment are things I can’t afford in this life, because they are weaknesses.

Weaknesses her fucking father taught me to never indulge in, for they are the first things to be used against you should anything happen.

Therefore, I’ll quash any growing emotions that have no place and show my cruel nature to her, so she won’t let herself love me either.

And to achieve that?

I have to do something unforgivable.

Chapter Eight

“I was created in an illicit affair...”

Briseis

From Flora’s Diaries

10 February

I accepted Howard back.

He told me so many stories about his marriage. Just by this alone, I hated his wife for being so cold toward him when all he ever wanted was some love from all the women in his life. He stayed only for his daughters, who he loves with all his heart.

He promised me he would divorce her, and we’d be together once Clare signed the paper.

He even showed me pictures of the house he bought for us.

I believed it, forgiving us for not having the perfect love out of fairy tales. Probably no one experiences something like that anyway.

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