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"Oh Henry, I do not know if that would be the best option."
He smiled and took a few steps forward, delighted when she took a few steps back. Nothing could ever be compared to the thrill he received while he wiled a woman. It was intoxicating. He loved the way their eyes would watch him and avoid him at the same time, as if their eyes could not stay away for long before focusing on him again Knowing that his presence caused such a delicious reaction from a woman was the best form of gratification there was.. He loved that women responded to him so well. He used to question whether it was because of his status or his looks and it wasn't until his father explained it to him that he realized it was both. They were drawn in by his status and his looks were the icing on the cake. No woman has had the strength or ever wanted to resist him and he took every advantage that fact gave him. Women tripped over themselves to have a night with the renowned Henry Fitzroy. He had all of the charm his father had, his looks as well as the beauty of his mother. He was the perfect combination of masculine and delicate beauty and that was what drew women to him for miles. He knew he was arrogant but when so many women wanted him, his arrogance was well founded.
"Catherine, I only wish to make you happier than ever before. Why do you run from me?"He walked toward her predatorily, his movements slow and sensual. His father had likened him to a lion when he set his sights on a woman. He crouched in the grass and waited for the best possible moment, when his prey felt the most secure, and pounced.
He would have to say that his father couldn't be more right.
Catherine was the daughter of the Duke of Italy. She was also one of the most beautiful women Henry had ever seen. Her skin was a beautiful olive tone that her race was known for and her hair was darker than ink, thick and curly. It was always braided and wrapped around her head but he knew it was long and luxurious. Her eyes were a beautiful hazel, which had shades of green that reminded him of the lush forests in England in which he hunted with his father, whose innocence ensnared him the moment he saw her. He knew that she had never even known the hands of a man, the pleasures of the flesh. Lust was merely a concept to her and Henry planned to make it a reality, an experience. Her smile was world renown and her body was the inspiration of the gods. Her breasts were full as well as her hips. Her voice was low for a woman but it held a raspy quality and a thick Italian accent that Henry couldn't help but imagine calling his name in ecstasy.
She stared at him with a mixture of curiosity, lust, and contempt, "Henry, I do not wish to lose my virtue. I will remain a lady in every form of the word until I am married."
'That's what you think' he thought to himself. She is not the first to say such a thing and she definitely will not be that last. He smiled and moved forward, his arms on either side of her, trapping her against the wall. "And by remain a lady, do you mean that you will not be with a man or that you will not allow your maidenhead to be taken?"
She bowed her head and looked up at him through dark thick lashes. That look made Henry's mouth water. Every time she did it, he felt the beginnings of arousal stir in his stomach. She had no idea how attractive she was, but it was Henry's every intention to show her.
"Both."
That one word sealed her fate. Not only has she caught his attention, but now, she has appealed to his competitive nature as well. Henry Fitzroy never loses. His eyes lit up with delight at the challenge that had been placed before him. Not only would he have this woman, he would make her beg for him, long for his touch. He would ruin this woman for any other man and take the utmost joy in it. He would pleasure her so thoroughly that she will long for his touch for the rest of her life. Her husband will never satisfy her as well as he will. He is going to ravish her senseless and even more after that. She will remember this night until the day she died. He moved even closer to her until his lips brushed her ear and purred.
"Checkmate."
Catherine did not say a word for even she knew that eventually, she would allow him to be with her. Henry was famous for more than being the only son of the king. No woman ever escaped his grasp, and Catherine knew that she was no exception no matter how much she wanted to remain untouched.
"A lady should never lie Catherine. You have now told two. I believe that now I must make an honest woman of you."
And by the next morning, he had. Over and over again.
Henry silently read through the files.
Victoria Aphrodite Nelson
Age: 29
Height: 5'5
Weight: 127 lbs
Hair Color: blonde
Eye Color: blue
She went to a posh private school in New York then went to Columbia on a full ride. So she had beauty, brains, and money. Henry interest in her only grew as he read through her files. Her father was abusive and almost killed her mother and Vicki but she managed to fight him off and call the police. That explains the fighter he saw in her eyes. She was damaged. She has never been married. She works as a private investigator in Toronto and deals with any case thrown her way. Henry raised an eyebrow. He never would have pegged her as the helping type. However, it was the last thing on her file that made his eyes widen.
Health Issues: Legally Blind
Blind? How did she see him? She had clearly made eye contact with him so how could she possibly be blind? He stood and grabbed his coat.
It was time to pay Vicki a visit.
Her office was closer to his home than he realized and the thought that she was within close reach was very appealing. The light was on in the window so he knew she was there. He jumped up the building and quickly made his way up to the window. As he looked through it, he saw her, pacing and talking to some guy in a trench coat. He had blonde hair and seemed to be a bit older than her but the way they acted toward each other was the most interesting. It was as though they were friends and enemies at the same time but not as though they were rivals. It was more like they were inseparable at one time and then one of them betrayed the other but they couldn't cut them out of their life completely so they still saw them and the anger festered inside as their resentment for the other grew and caused them to rot from the inside out. It was fascinating to watch them awkwardly skirt around each other while trying to appear nonchalant to the other.
He waited for him to leave before he jumped through the window, for someone in law enforcement he expected her to have better security. It wouldn't have worked, but he expected it nonetheless.
She turned instantly a gun cocked and ready to fire in her hands. "What the hell do you want?"
He merely grinned and leaned against the windowsill, the epitome of calm and collected. "I'm pretty sure you won't like the answer to that question."
She snarled, "How many times do I have to tell you that I will not fuck you. You are a persistent little bastard."
His smile only grew. She was incredibly sexy when she was angry. "That statement is truer than you realize."
She put the gun down and turned back around. "Look Don Juan, I don't have the time for this."
The moment she turned her back he rushed toward her and trapped her against the desk. Her body instantly stiffened, but he couldn't tell whether it was from fear or anger, or a combination of the two.
He moved a piece of hair away from her face, "Don't you know to never turn your back on someone you don't trust?"
She smirked, "You're no threat to me."
His eyes became black and his voice became sinister, "You have no idea how much of a threat I really am Vicki. Especially because you're blind."
She stiffened, "How do you know that?"
"I have my sources."
Vicki tried to kick him but he moved his leg at the last second and used it to hold hers down. "I'm not going to hurt you Vicki. I just wanted to talk." His voice purred.
"Then why don't you talk to me like a man and let me go?"
He tisked, "Victoria, I am not a fool. If I let you go you will try to attack me and then we will end up like this all over again. Forgive me for preventing history to repeat itself."
She growled but stopped trying to fight him off, realizing that he was far too strong.
"What do you want?"
"I'm just curious as to how you are able to see when you are considered legally blind?"
"It's none of your business."
As Henry prepared himself for another form of interrogation, footsteps came toward the door.
"Vicki? Is everything alright?" It was the man from earlier.
Henry growled to himself and got up. "I will be back to continue our conversation Victoria. It was a pleasure. With that, he jumped out of the window."
This was going to be much more of a challenge than he had originally thought. Even so, he grinned.
It would be the best game yet.
