Chapter 70

Celia

As usual, the dark prince had let me throw a tantrum and not cared to come to my room to talk to me again. The way he had smirked and winked back in the washroom after I had become bold enough to touch him and taste him was too annoying.

I had definitely heard his growls, seen the way his eyes darkened with desire, and the way he had thrust in my mouth, hard.

I could still feel the taste of him on my lips. And yet, my dark prince was back to being cold and distant again.

It was beginning to get on my nerves, the way he sometimes cared about me and when I absolutely needed to talk to him, he would just ignore me.

My feelings for him were complicated though they always bordered on the extreme- either I felt the mad urge to kill him or to kiss him. And I did not want to feel the latter.

Though he did not believe in the mate bond, I did and I did not want to be in relation with a person who did not even love me.

He had made it very clear that he did not believe in love nor di