Welcome to my world.
What started out as a strange assignment, lead to one of the most gruesome murder mysteries of our times. My friends and I are set and determined to find out who is killing off Fae and Witches alike.
Couple of problems in the way – I hate the Fae and the Prince of the Dark Fae is bound and determined that I work for him. He’s a rude, overbearing egotistical ass with a compulsive need to possess, dominate and control me. Oh – did I mention that he is absolutely sex-on-a-stick gorgeous and he makes me feel things that I never ever wanted to feel for a Fae...every time he touches me or looks at me with those dangerous golden eyes he seems to pull me further in under his spell, despite my better judgment.
My friends and I can’t trust anyone and nothing is as it seems on the surface – not even me
She shook my hardened exterior and made me want her, impossible feat for someone of my age and hers. It shouldn’t have happened, wasn’t in my plans. She wasn’t in my fucking plans.
Great, that’s all I needed right now. Smell the Dark Prince who is carrying you up the damn stairs like Cinder-freaking-rella!
"Which means, if another Fae claimed you—he could make you his bitch," his voice had lowered on the last word.
"And if I allow you to claim me—then I’m your bitch?" I wasn't doing this, I hated the Fae. They used humans as food, and while a lot of other creatures did as well, his kind could leave a shell behind of whomever they fucked.
"You work for me Synthia, you are already my—bitch," he replied coldly, deadly, chills ran over my skin and my heart sunk to meet my toes in the dirt that I stood upon.
He was well-built. Muscles covered his torso as well as tattoo's. Smooth and bronzed, unscarred perfection. The tattoos or brands as we called them pulsated, proof he was pushing his magic into my mind, consuming my will to become his own. It was working. My body wanted him more than I had ever wanted any man before.
"I'll be strong for you Syn, if you need it. You don’t always have to be the strong one, I'll be your glue if you want to crumble, I'll hold you together," he said lifting his eyes and meeting mine.
"And what if you're what's making me crumble Ryder, what then?"
His lips lifted into his sexy smirk. "Then I'll put you back together. I will never tear you down Syn. I will always protect you from anything and everything that would. I've yet to find anything in this world or any other who can take me on—keep that in mind,"