[MATURE] "You belong to only me, Forever Mine" It was a great mistake for Prudence to have agreed to attend a high-status party at her friend's place. Maybe the bigger mistake was agreeing to that dance, or maybe that wine she threw on one of His men. But he did not care about his gang member. His red eyes shone with desire. The desire to make this girl his. The possession of her very soul. [The story is set in the 1890s] [Mature content warning] ——- The cover credits belong to the respective owner, no wishes for copyright defragmentation.
Vincent had grabbed her hand without her realising an his thumb traced circles on the back of her palm, at the end of her thumb. While Prudence was thinking an in shock, Vincent shifted closer to her. It made her pushed herself back against the headboard. He shifted once again and this time Prudence had nowhere to go. "I-I wish to keep the question for next time," she replied.
"Next time is fine," Vincent replied. He did not want to strain the girl.
Lucky enough she wasn't thinking a lit about the race but she now had only seven days until she rode between the professionals. More like women who had been trained well in good families. Which was why Vincent wanted to train her well. There was also a bet he had to win after all.
The topic had slipped out of Prudence's mind. She had Vincent and his naughty suggestions to worry about.