All Chapters of The Vampire Prince And Her: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

She felt his chin against her head, his smile ruffling a few strands of hair. He had always had a spell on her, the one which had nothing to do with witchcraft.Hate, want, and something deeper seized her head and her body. The fact that they were out in the open went out of her mind; she had no choice but to respond to his demand. Her body arched towards him, her lips kissing the base of his throat, between his collarbones.A pink cluster of elms swirled in the wind before it landed near their entangled feet when she was lifted from the ground. A determination glinted in his hooded eyes when he spared a glance at her, carrying her in his arms. Dangerous and dark with a warning of finality. For her.She simply leaned into his chest, finding no word or thought. Right for this second, everything was up to him. Not her. Danica shut her eyes for a second and when she opened them again, they were before the sports car with which Mr. Hacke had come visiting her street once. The car door op

Sweat poured out of her scalp despite the chilling air. The slightly sticky, flame-red strands tickled her shoulders. Since she had not thought he would accept her invitation, she had not prepared herself for this moment. But she could never have—even if she had believed otherwise–for a moment like ‘this’.She might as well be his trophy or his new car, since he was scrutinizing her up and down. Her heart could not slow down its aggressive pounding while her flesh trembled with the thrumming blood. A brief moment he was taking, like he was actually in a rush, but for her it was so long.The ceiling light that was falling over her and him felt different. To him, it was bowing down and wanting to admire his unearthly appearance, but did not quite have enough capacity to do so and was feeling guilty for it.To her, however, the light was too bright, too glaring, and she almost wanted to cover herself. Almost, because his assessing eyes over her completely naked body was like some sort of

None of that mattered anymore. All of this should be gone before the morning arrived… everything about him should disappear but his shell. Danica was trying her best to continue in her movements, picking up the fork and blade to slice the bread.She was trying not to falter or even breathe loudly lest that would change his mind, he might set down the wine glass and instead go for the food. Reign continued holding his glass, staring at the dark liquid for a prolonged moment. If he was suspicious, she could not tell. The way he had changed his tone earlier still made her more than cautious. She put the slices on his plate and set it down, before quickly picking up the glass.“Let’s go for the drink first then,” she managed her voice to sound casual.Under the table, she set her feet apart, ready to take a quick move if necessary. “No. You must be hungry,” he muttered, more to himself than speaking to her. He appeared distracted. Good for her.He set the glass down and she swallowed be

A human maid knocked on the door when he was in his nanny’s pool of blood—her body had broken apart into multiple pieces. Blood splashed over his brown leather boots as he took a faltering step back at the knock, the noise being too loud for him. The maid had never learned to be quiet around the young vampire prince.Without permission, she opened the door; took two steps into the room; and screeched like a banshee at the sight of the gory scene. Hitching up the hemline of her gown, she spun on her feet. She was alerting the entire mansion, and… and he had just…Reign stretched his shaky hand out of instinct. With a bang, the door slammed shut. A child from hell was what he looked like at that moment. Along with the movement, drops of blood flew up from the floor onto his face, tunic, and breeches. His teeth chattered, elongating.

“Because they deserved a fate as horrible as hers.”“Hers?”He told the king about the human girl whom they not only sucked the blood to dry but sexually assaulted in the kitchen. At the end of his answer, the king looked sharply at his father—who was standing next to him and roaring inside to tear him apart all over again.“That’s not true, your majesty!” he kneeled abruptly. The floor cracked with the impact.“Send him to the dungeon.”At the king’s order, the sentinels came rushing to grasp their chief’s arms. The struggle disturbed the throne room. With the floor cracking and vampires moving around to avoid the chief sentinel’s attempt to break free, the large hall was in chaos.Grimly, among all these, Justus knew his fate was going for a worse turn before it happened.“Chief sentinel is telling the truth, father,” interrupted Fragor. “There was no human maid involved.”The chaos stopped with Theodulus’s huff. The king was ashen. He took a searching glance at his son, who just le