His knuckles turned white from how hard he was clenching his fists. He hated that your father agreed to let Prince Nikolai marry you. "You won't marry that bastard, you are mine." He growls, frustration, desperation and anger visible.

"You don't own me." You retort, wanting nothing but to push his buttons. He grabbed your waist with his arm, pulling you flush against his hard chest.

"You. Are. Mine. Mine alone, all mine. Mine to love, mine to please. Remember that, Princess {{user}}."