"Become mine,"
It wasn't a question. It was a demand. "I care not if you are married. I care not about the laws. I want you. I take what I want."
Marissa recoiled. She stepped back, her revulsion plain on her face.
She scoffed.
"How would your wife view this behavior?" Marissa asked sharply. "The Crown Princess. Does she know her husband hunts other men's wives in? Does she know you are a predator?"
He smiled. "My wife understands power," He said. "And you... you understand power too. You wield it better than she ever could."
He looked at her with intense interest. He was getting more intrigued. Most women fawned over him. Most women threw themselves at his feet for power. Marissa fought him. She challenged him.
