The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness
Chapter 61

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ENRIQUE ~

I resist a smirk as her cheeks flush. She's still embarrassed about the whole phone thing and I'm enjoying making it worse. It doesn't f*****g bother me.

"Th-that... goddess, I will never be able to face anyone ever again."

"Why? Because you practically told them you like to call me that?" I ask.

She lets out a whimper of unhappiness as I lead the way outside and stop beside my car rather abruptly, making her knock into me. Her breasts are f*****g perfect and cushiony. "Ouchie..." she whispers, and I look back at her.

"I was wondering what your padre would think if he knew exactly what you have gotten up to here..." I remark. She blushes even more, her wide eyes looking at me.

"He doesn't need to know everything." She pouts.

"Of course not, yet somehow you will blurt it all out. But if you do plan to tell him that you enjoy me eating your sweet little pussy, make sure I'm around to witness his rage." I remark mockingly, opening the door for her, watching as her entire face flushes like a tomato.

"Enrique!" she gasps, looking around as if someone might overhear. "Don't say that!"

"Why? You weren't so concerned about keeping your voice down that night," I say as she stands there looking mortified, not getting into the car.

"I..." I bend down, wrapping my arm around her waist and cupping the back of her thighs with my other arm, lifting her up and dumping her into the passenger seat making her breasts bounce.

She lets out a little squeak, grabbing onto my shoulder. "Th-thank you..."

I look up at her, her nose brushing mine and only now I realise how close we are, her scent hitting me like a wave of pure intoxication.

My gaze flickers to her lips before dipping to her cleavage as her breasts rise and fall. She's wearing that locket like always, and I'm jealous of the way it sits right on her breasts.

I look away, about to move back, but she's holding onto me tightly.

"You can let go," I say haughtily.

She smiles, that mischievous glint in her eyes. "Why are you in a hurry? Is something getting excited?" she whispers cheekily. I narrow my eyes.

"Don't push me or I'll show you exactly how exciting it can get and you won't be able to handle it," I remark coldly. She pouts before she leans forward and softly kisses my cheek.

A jolt of pleasure rushes down my neck.

"Ok, I'll behave if it means you won't get angry..." she massages my shoulder, making me want to close my eyes and tell her to run her hands over my entire body. "You're so tense..." she whispers, her voice like a whisper on the wind. Her heart's thumping as she looks into my eyes. "By the way... you look very handsome."

Before I can reply, she lets go of me and turns away, facing the front of the car. I move away once again, somehow I was caught in her trance. Walking around to the driver's seat, I get into the car, mind-linking Jose to keep Luis and Marie occupied for the day. "So you won't tell me where we're going?" she asks as she fiddles with my radio before she stops and the song playing is 'Lately' by Sergio.

"I'll show you Puerto Rico," I say, trying to ignore the lyrics of the song.

She nods as she looks out of the window. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on Narugi.com. Visit Narugi.com to read the complete chapters for free. "I look forward to it," she says, our eyes meeting once again and for a moment it's as if we both want to say something, but I don't even know what I want to say...

I look away, take some shades from the dashboard compartment, and put them on. I can feel her eyes on me, but I don't look at her, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, and moving my head to the music.

When she's around, it's as if the storm inside of me becomes a tranquil sea and somehow the world doesn't feel so bleak. But she'll be gone soon, and it's better, with the Crawlers, the Guardsmen... and these Chupacabras, if that is what they are, she's not safe here. "Tell me, Princesa, do you like history?"

"I do, and if you're asking if I like to see historical places, I do," she says sitting forward, I glance over at her, appreciating the fact that with my shades on I can admire her as much as I want.

"Great, then I'll begin with taking you to Old San Juan. We'll stop at this café I like there and then I will show you some historical old buildings."

"Wh...Ok!" she smiles, changing her mind on questioning me and I'm grateful for that because I don't have a solid enough answer. Opening the dashboard, I take out a packet of dolce de coco, which are some delicious coconut sweets. "Here, these are quite nice." I offer them to her and she takes the packet,

"Oh, they look delicious!" she answers as I reach for one, but instead of being met with the wrapped sweet, I'm stopped by her hand. "I'll open one for you."

I don't argue as she tears open the back and I hold my hand out, expecting her to pass it to me, but instead, she places it to my lips. I cock a brow.

"For someone who was crying over Marie seeing us you seem to be rather confident now," I say, opening my mouth and biting into the sweet. Her heart skips a beat, her fingertips brushing my jaw softly. "We came to an understanding."

I glance over at her as she unwraps another for herself. "Oh, yeah?"

She looks at me and nods, not telling me more than that. But I had assumed as much.

"Good to know," I reply.

"Yes." She responds, "Can I request something?"

I glance over at her. "You will either way, no?"

"I know we sometimes skip between English and Spanish... but can you speak to me only in Spanish today?"

I cock a brow. "Why? Does my English bother you?"

"No! You sound great... but I think Spanish is..." she looks down before looking up shyly. "Spanish is sexier... especially when it's you."

I don't think it is...

"Speaking Spanish isn't an issue for me, if that's what you prefer," I say in Spanish, looking away from her. "I think I'll be entertained by your attempt at Spanish, too."

"I am really good at Spanish!" she protests.

Smirking, I tilt my head. "Oh yeah? You are, but your accent makes it entertaining."

"Oh... well, that's fine. Would you like another one?" she asks, holding up a sweet as I turn right, opening the windows slightly and enjoying the breeze rush through my hair.

"Sure." If you feed me.

This time when she places it to my lips, I'm ready. Using my prosthetic hand to control the wheel, I take hold of her hand as I slowly take the sweet between my teeth, her heart pounds as I eat it slowly, refusing to let go of her hand. I keep my eyes ahead as I bite down on her finger slightly, licking the sprinkle of coconut from it.

Her breath hitches and I resist a smirk, knowing I'm having an effect on her. Only when I release her hand does she sit back and slowly touch her lips with the same fingers that she fed me with.

I think today might just be a day I won't forget.