Page 29 of Remi's War (Four Dark Horsemen 2)

Or an impostor who came here with some specific agenda?

My eyes shoot up to the room, and my gaze collides with the deep blue ones covered by huge, thick glasses that should never mar such delicate features.

Despite their appearance though, they don’t diminish her beauty shining brightly like an expensive diamond among the cheap, fake jewelry, a siren who lures helpless men toward her with her sheer presence alone and promises nights full of passion if they just succumb to the temptation.

And all sane men know temptations have horrible consequences in most cases because they speak to the darkest parts in them.

Sinners seek and crave saints like nothing else. What bad boy resists a good girl if he has the chance to taint her?

She gasps, her sapphire eyes widening in surprise at my attention, and she steps back as if reading my mind while I can imagine her pulse beating wildly, anticipation filling her every bone.

She tears her gaze away from me while sliding her hand up and down her throat, breathing heavily, and then she shakes a woman standing next to her, whispering something to her.

My blood boils with fury at the beauty’s retreat, the monster snapping awake to destroy anyone standing in my way or even thinking about stealing her attention from me.

Her focus should be on me, always.

She shouldn’t have come to our club.

Every man will look at her once and want to fuck her, tightly gripping her dark locks that almost reach her tailbone, and strip her of the innocence pouring from her with every breath she takes. They’ll watch her inhibitions disappear as her body finds pleasure.

Unfamiliar jealousy and possessiveness washes over me, making the beast inside me roar at the thought of another man ever touching her, much less thinking about possessing her, because she belongs to me.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

Thousands of marks of ownership should cover her porcelain skin, showing everyone that this delectable body has a man who worships it daily and will kill anyone who thinks about laying a hand on her.

And a huge ring.

Maybe then the beast inside me will find peace, instead of barely holding on to his sanity, when he hides her somewhere far, far away so no one will hurt her or take her away from me.

Unacceptable thoughts when she is a pawn in my big plan, twenty-seven years in the making.

Amalia is here.

My future wife shouldn’t have come to my club tonight.

With this, she’s sped up her unfortunate fate.

For what can be worse than to be married to one of us?

Our women are doomed from the very beginning.

But when did anything stop us?

Whatever we want, we get.

That’s our most absolute law.

Chapter Five

“Not all monsters are hideous creatures hiding in the night.

Some monsters are so mesmerizingly beautiful you cannot help but flock to them.

Ironically, falling for one of them became my greatest downfall.”

Penelope

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