Page 43 of His Prince

The missing cuffs of his shirt. The short, ankleless pants. Jagged cloth and thread dangle near his wrists and feet, and I bite back a manic laugh.

He looks ridiculous.

“Looking good,” I say with an arched eyebrow and his nostrils flare, like a bull ready to charge.

“You ruined my entire wardrobe.”

“That couldn’t have been me,” I say sweetly. “Must have been someone else. A raccoon perhaps?”

He moves toward me far too quickly. Before I can even protest, he’s pulling me from the shower and shoving me up against the wall, my skin still dripping and dampening his ruined shirt and pants in the process.

“I have meetings to attend and have nothing to fucking wear.”

“I didn’t do it,” I whisper as his hand presses against my throat, holding me in place, making my entire body light up with desire.

“I know it was you. You’ve walked into my fucking life,my home, and destroyed it.”

“I’ve destroyed nothing,” I hiss. “You did that to yourself.”

“No. You have,” he grits out. “I have no peace. Everything is bright and loud. Everything is…”

“Alive. Everything is alive.”

His eyes narrow and his hand tightens on my throat, my fingers gripping his wrist in an effort to keep him from choking me outentirely. But through it, I know he can feel my rapid pulse, the way my heart is hammering in my chest. And I can see his.

“I thought marrying you would be safe. You were a little angel, but now…” He pauses and his eye twitches. “Now I know you tricked me. You’re just a little devil.”

His fingers travel up my neck to my lips, brushing against them gently.

“Where did my sweet Angel go?” he asks, his voice rough, confused.

“You murdered him. He’s dead.”

His eyes flash and his fingers push into my mouth, brushing past my teeth. I snap down on them, making him grunt and his nostrils flare.

My tongue can’t help but swirl around the tip of his finger before loosening my grip on him, and a second later he slips from my mouth.

“Well, that angelic corpse can purchase me new clothes.”

He takes a step back, and I can’t help but let my gaze slide down his body, taking in his ridiculous outfit.

“Perhaps. But I must say, you look like you’re about to build a raft and sail down a river.”

He huffs and then removes his shirt, tossing it onto the floor. “Thanks to you.”

I hold up my hands and shrug. “I’m innocent.”

His eyes flash and his lips twitch.

“I don’t think you’re innocent at all.”

Then he turns and walks away, leaving my overheated body to shiver all alone in this oversized bathroom.

Fuck. What have I gotten myself into?

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MIKHAIL