The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness

That doesn't sound... innocent.

His eyes glimmer as they dip to my breasts before he turns away and takes out a cigarette. That's when I feel it again. The shiver down my spine of someone watching me. We keep walking and I'm relieved that we've left the crowds behind, it's quieter in this area.

His phone rings, and he takes it out before he frowns.

"The signal is bad. Sit here. I will go up there." He motions towards a low cliff, and I nod. I sit down, gazing at the water, drinking my refreshing drink when I hear footsteps.

My stomach instantly drops as the scent seems familiar. From back there... did they follow us?

"Mamasita, come here so you can see what a real man is." I freeze, understanding what that means instantly.

I ignore them, frowning slightly. There are three of them, but they're humans, even though I can tell they aren't good people.

"Come on, look at us mami."

I stand up, taking a deep breath, ready to give them a piece of my mind when I feel a powerful chilling aura fall over us like a blanket.

I turn, just in time to see Enrique's eyes flash as he jumps down from the cliff effortlessly. But the look in his eyes terrified even me.

Oh, no... he's mad.

I glance at the three men who don't seem to realise they are in big trouble. They're muscular, even if it's nothing compared to Enrique, but it's obvious they aren't afraid of him. Their filthy gazes make my skin crawl. "Care to repeat that?" Enrique asks icily, his eyes glimmering, making my heart sink when I see the glowing orange glint in them.

"Enrique..."

"What is it? Should you not share such a pretty little thing?" One of the men asks tauntingly.

"You heard us! We told her to come to us so she can see what a real man looks like."

Enrique scoffs. "And why do you f*****g think you deserve her time or attention?"

"Well, I'm sure you can agree that she'd look good on her knees, with our c*m in her mouth as she sucks our-"

I feel the surge of rage as Enrique is already in front of them. His hand wraps around the man's throat before he squeezes hard.

"Get off him!" the other men shout as Enrique ignores them, lifting the man he's holding up from the ground.

The other two men can't even get close as Enrique glares at the man in his grasp.

"Y-your eyes..."

"When you look at what does not belong to you, there are consequences... but if you look at what belongs to me..." he leaves his words hanging with a menacing unspoken threat.

His hand tightens on the man's throat suddenly and my eyes widen when I realise what he's about to do.

"Enrique! Stop!" I exclaim, flinching when I hear the cracking of bones and know it's too late. "Enrique!" I rush over to him just as he drops the man on the floor, dead. No....

"Enrique! Stop..."

He killed so fast...

Fear chills me as a memory from long ago slips into my mind. Skyla almost killed someone because of me, and Enrique just did. Because of me.... Act Kat!

This time, don't just stand and watch!

Enrique grabs the other two men, who don't even seem to realise their friend is dead already as they continue to shout profanities at Enrique.

I force myself to move, trying to shake whatever overcame me as I rush over, only for Enrique's aura to try to stop me.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Yes, it is far stronger... but so am I. I'm almost through, pushing against the raging aura when I hear the breaking of bones before he drops them mercilessly to the ground. One man sputters and Enrique tilts his head. "Oh, still alive?" he murmurs softly.

I block his path. "Enough! Enrique! Stop..." I say, about to kneel down when he grabs my elbow and yanks me back.

"Get out of the way. Did you not hear that they insulted you?" he asks me, his eyes flashing.

"I don't want you killing for me," I say softly. "They have learned their lesson."

"Shame they won't get a chance to learn from their mistake because I will be killing the final one too," he says coldly.

He's beyond angry... I look up at him, my heart thudding as his eyes look like they're on fire. Not gold, but blazing orange, more vibrant than they have ever been.

My stomach sinks as I stare at him, suddenly unable to move.

The darkness suddenly surges forward and I'm almost suffocated. It's rolling off him and I wonder how long it'll take before the crawlers show up, because I know they will.

Forcing myself to look around, I realise this part of the beach is more isolated, and it's just us in this area.

I need to get him away from the man who is still breathing.

I step closer to him, cupping his face in both my hands, hoping to get through to him without triggering him.

"Look... thank you for defending me...but let's go," I plead softly, wishing Jose had found the witch by now. We need to find a way to rid him of darkness!

"A thank you won't really suffice... how about a kiss, with those pretty little lips?" he asks huskily, his hand wrapping around my neck. "Sometimes I wonder why I haven't taken you already..."

There's a shift in him... but even then, despite the alarm bells, his words make my core clench.

"Enrique..."

"Kataleya..." he mimics my tone, his hand tightening on my throat. He

could easily snap my neck if he wanted, but I know he won't...

There's a powerful emotion in his eyes that I am unable to decipher." Remember... I hate to be insulted."

He suddenly leans down, claiming my lips in a passionate kiss before I can even reply, just as the first drops of rain begin falling. Sparks course through me as his other arm tightens around my waist. I feel him throb against my stomach, making me moan. Oh, how I want him... Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on . Visit to read the complete chapters for free. I kiss him back hungrily, feeling the ache in my core become stronger. He demands entry and I part my lips, allowing him to slip his tongue into my mouth and kiss me harder.

The rain begins falling faster, but neither of us cares as we get soaked through.

Through my hooded eyes, I see his eyes return to gold, but even then, he doesn't ease up, letting go of my throat as he now runs his hand over my back before tugging roughly on my hair.

I gasp as he forces my head completely back and he looks down at my lips. "You're fucking tempting." He growls, kissing me roughly again.

Possessively.

His grip on my hair is tight, his kisses hungry, rough, and deep.

I can taste the blood in my mouth where he's bitten into my lip, but I'm unable to stop kissing him.

That was the emotion in his eyes...

Possessive.

Of me.