33. Snow
Chapter thirty-three
Snow
I can’t stop the smile that forms on my face as I put all my new clothes away in the closet, trying to find space amongst Prince’s things.
I’m not sure what to do with his things, but in fear of angering him, I don’t dare remove them.
This is his room after all, and I am merely a guest.
And the last thing I want to do is evoke his wrath.
Maybe he will throw me over his lap again and smack my ass, a slap so hard I can feel it all the way down into my pussy.
A shiver runs up my spine at the memory, and I sit on the bed, trying to catch my breath.
Prince had used my body, yet I enjoyed every moment of his cruel punishment. What is wrong with me?
I’m even dressing in black now and wearing leather jackets. I gaze down at my new combat boots.
They’re just so me, though. I never even knew what I wanted when I first set out today with Hunter and Casper, but I knew that it wasn’t soft frilly dresses.
That was the old Snow. The sheltered princess, the little Daddy’s girl who could do no wrong.
The little wisp of snow…
Maybe I can become that blizzard I was always destined to be.
And I have the new skull pendant to prove it as I play with my new choker, getting up to peer at myself in the mirror.
Once again, I barely recognize the girl gazing back at me, and who is this stranger?
I like her a lot.
This girl could take anyone on.
Even Regina.
Another excited shiver thrums through my body at that last thought.
That woman is unbeatable, yet right now, I feel like I could take her down.
I could even take on the world…
Someone knocks on my door, and I don’t tense up like the old Snow would.
Instead, I march to the door to check who it is.
Even if it’s the devil himself, I don’t care.
Saint does a double-take when he gets a good look at me on the other side of the door, and that shy girl returns as I’m the first to peer away again, a blush colouring my cheeks.
“Snow?”
A small smile curls my lips, and I meet his stunned gaze again. “It’s really me… What do you think?”
Saint’s face slackens, and he doesn’t take his gaze off me. Then he shuts his eyes, taking a deep breath.
A smile takes over his face. “Damn, Snow.”
Despite my shyness, I spin for him, and something darkens in his eyes as he spies the tight black jeans.
“Fuck…”
Once I give a final spin, I step back, allowing him inside, and he shuts the door behind him.
I throw myself down casually on the bed, kicking my booted feet up onto the comforter. “So, what did you want to discuss?”
Saint is still trying to gather himself as he tries his hardest not to peer at me, and there’s no missing the bulge in his pants.
Oh .
Now I see…
Maybe I can use this to my advantage. I’m living with seven men after all. I may as well have some fun.
Now I’m worse than Regina.
The leather jacket is changing me. Maybe it’s magic somehow?
“Discuss?” Saint asks.
I shrug. “Well, why else would you be here?”
Saint never actually mentioned a discussion; he was too focused on my new jeans.
“Yeah, right. That …” He rubs his face, and those icebergs melt slightly as he studies me. “How are you?”
I think on that a moment. “I’m fine. I felt so spoiled today. Hunter bought me so many new clothes. Take a look at my closet!”
Saint chuckles as he casts a glance at my still open closet, spying several of Prince’s things, too.
“We can remove all his stuff, so you have more room for your own things. This is your room now, Snow. Not his.”
My heart races at the idea of evoking that man’s wrath, and Saint catches the expression in my eyes.
“It’s fine, Snow. He won’t come for you. In fact… that’s why I’m here. I wanted to check if you were fine after he…”
His voice trails, and I can’t help the blush that takes over my face.
Of course. Saint must have thought that Prince had asserted his authority over me again, possibly questioning and even torturing me for answers.
Well, he did do those things…sort of…and I had enjoyed every moment.
Every slap of his large hand on my ass had rattled something deep in my soul. It awakened something in me, a darkness that had been hidden inside me ever since the day I had to lay my sweet mother to rest.
And that darkness only intensified when my father died, after Regina took over his estate and affairs and stole everything from me.
My fists curl and Saint mistakes the gesture for anger at Prince.
No, Prince is not my enemy here…
Regina is.
She always has been, and it sickens me that Prince would think in any way that I would be devoted to her.
Regina can rot for all I care. Maybe we can come to some form of agreement there.
I just need to gain his trust first.
In Prince’s eyes, I am just his enemy’s daughter.
The child of the man who killed his father.
He hates me.
Yet he’s willing to take pleasure in my body all the same, even if it kills him.
Personally, I loved the way his mouth felt between my legs, the way he ruined my pussy with just his teeth and tongue.
“Snow?”
I suck in a deep breath, meeting his eyes. “It’s okay, Saint. Prince never hurt me…”
He only used me.
Still, he did save me from my fall. Maybe there is some good in that man after all?
No. Prince’s heart is as dark as his bespoke suits.
But perhaps a small part of him does care about me at least?
Maybe I can grow to care for him, too?
It's a long shot, but if I hope to get back at Regina, then I need to learn to work with my enemy.
Saint steps closer to the bed. “May I?”
I glance at the space next to me. “Sure.”
Saint settles beside me, and silence befalls us. He drums his fingers on his knees.
“Snow,” he says. “If he ever, you know… you would tell me, wouldn’t you? Despite what he may think, you are not our enemy. You are not your father…”
“That’s the thing, Saint. I may not be my father, but I am still his daughter. I loved him, and he loved me. Nothing will ever change that fact. In the end, my father killed yours and Prince’s and… I’m sorry…”
Saint inhales a trembling breath. “You have nothing to be sorry about, Snow.”
He moves his hand to mine, and I look up, meeting his eyes.
The ice has completely thawed now as his gaze falls on my black lips.
“Damn. Black is a good look on you, Snow…”
A smile stretches my face, and I can’t help but steal a glance at his own lips.
Before I come to my senses, I move closer, taking his cheek in my hand as I caress his face.
Saint shuts his eyes.
I guess he was my first friend here. Sure, his twin visited me often, too, but the man was just so silent and creepy.
The floorboards creak outside in the hall, and my eyes turn to the door.
There, I find that blazing blue eye watching me and Saint, and there’s no missing the challenge in his gaze.
Angel wants me to kiss his brother…
Why? So he can watch?
Still, I may as well grant him his wish.
Without another thought, I help myself to Saint’s lips, getting my black lipstick all over him.
That’s okay. I have bags full of makeup.
I can always fix my lipstick later.
My eyes find Angel again.
His single blue eye is alight with mischief.
He’s in for quite a show.