To Dare a Dark Prince by Sasha Byrne

Author:Sasha Byrne [Byrne, Sasha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-07-23T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

Beatrice sensed his presence behind her before she saw him. There was no sound. No warning. Just the subtle scent of cedarwood and a sudden charge to the air.

Sitting at her vanity, careful to keep her eyes downcast and away from the mirror so as not to alert him to her awareness, she slowly moved her hand to grasp her crystal perfume diffuser. The sharp cut edges pressed against her palm as she lifted its heavy weight. Raising her eyes to the mirror, amber clashed with anger-darkened emerald.

Rhys stood framed in the balcony doorway. Beatrice had seen many shirtless men working in the fields over her lifetime, but nothing compared to the powerful sight of her stable master. Broad shoulders topped a defined, bronzed chest lightly dusted with dark hair. Black breeches were slung low and partially unlaced over his narrow hips and flat stomach. He was all taut muscle as you would expect from a man who made his way in the world through hard labor. His thick black hair was wet. Unfashionably long, it was slightly curling at the ends, framing the savage look etched across his face, from the hardened jaw to his narrowed eyes.

Beatrice looked down at his clenched fists. Having only been touched by his leather gloves, Beatrice wondered if his hands would feel rough against her soft skin. She gave herself a mental shake. She would never know because he was leaving her bedroom this instant precisely the way he came.

Spinning on her small upholstered stool, Beatrice flung the heavy object at his head before dashing for the door. She heard the high-pitched sound of shattering crystal just as her fingertips grazed the cold, brass handle of her bedchamber door.

A heavy weight settled around her middle. Beatrice looked down to see one tanned, sinewed arm. Yanked off her feet, her back made contact with a warm wall of unrelenting muscle.

Rhys leaned down and whispered harshly into her ear, “I need another taste.”

Beatrice sucked in a full breath, preparing to scream.

As a warning, Rhys wrapped his lips around the soft skin of her earlobe before gently biting down on the sensitive flesh with his teeth. “You already know what my hand on your bottom feels like. Scream and your sweet, unprotected cunny will get the same treatment.”

Beatrice’s breath hitched as she swallowed her cry for help. She hated the flutter in her stomach his harsh words caused. It was against her nature, her heart railed. She shouldn’t feel anything but anger at his attempts to control and master her.

“Good girl,” mouthed Rhys as he ran his tongue down the slim column of her throat, tasting as much as inhaling the rich scent of rose on her skin.

“What do you want?” asked Beatrice through clenched teeth even though she could feel the answer burn through the thin fabric of her dressing gown at her lower back.

Tightening his hold on her waist, he murmured, “I want the same thing you do.”

“Your head on a spike? Watching

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