The Temptation of Sin And The Lycan Princess

Chapter 24

A Dance

SKYLA.

Night has fallen, and I am getting dressed for dinner with Dad, Kat, and Royce. I don’t know why Dad invited him, but it makes me wonder if he ended up hearing us in the

office earlier. I hadn’t heard his footsteps; I had been far too distracted… plus his hearing is better than mine… but there’s a high chance he didn’t hear.

I sigh as I pull on a fresh pair of panties, my mind returning to our earlier training session. I had ended up hurting him again in the first half of the session.

Why do I always lose it?

He wants me to calm myself when I begin to get riled up… and today he hadn’t defended himself, in hopes I’d be able to stop myself, but I didn’t I couldn’t.

He had had to step back at the last moment, and if he hadn’t, I would have scarred that sexy body of his permanently.

Great…

I put on some earrings, unable to stop myself from thinking about the second half of our session. The guilt and panic had almost made me tell him my truth and my heart skips a beat as the memory replays in my mind…

(FLASHBACK – TRAINING EARLIER)

“I… I should go. This is a mistake. You can’t help me. I’m just going to hurt you. I say, turning away, but I don’t get far, only for him to spin me around.

“It’s fine, relax. I’m fine. You’re doing great.” He says calmly.

Is he for real? I’m fucking messing it all up!

“Am I?” I scoff in disbelief. “You’re delusional, or plain stupid.”

“Tell me Skyla, do you spar to win?” Royce says as he lets go of me and picks up his phone.

“What?” I ask, as he switches on some music and sets the volume low loud enough so we can hear it, but not loud enough to give me a headache.

I like this song.

him, seeing the sweat that coats his body, the blood tainting the air… I have just cut him open,

asked if you spar to win? Do you aim to win?”

a brow, crossing my arms. “Obviously. So, stop holding back and just fight. I can handle

crosses his arms, mirroring my stance as he tilts his head and cocks a brow. “The

not try to consider

dance?” I

dance of perfection… fluid moves, calculated attacks, smooth reflexes and above all, you can see the art that it is.”

fight to survive, fight to kill and fight to protect, not for fun.” I counter, as he circles “We do… but it is also an art, and

fuels one… but in many cases, you need to think with your mind, act with control… Just once, I want you to treat this as a dance.” He says, stopping behind me as he leans closer. “Tell me, can the Rossi Princess

Gen X games back when we first got talking in

a dance of art. Let

one who fought with

that I wanted to spar with him someday… He had said absolutely, as long as it was in the rain, and I was in something

but smile, missing our light flirting… I look at Royce and make up my mind. I’ll imagine Royce

of his body behind me and I turn my head forward, breaking

assess, and act… but remember this is not a competition. …” He murmurs, his hair tickling the side of my face before he suddenly lets go of me, grabbing my elbow as he spins me

my hair back

to win; I have to remember

I focus on his moves. The aim is

fist in his hand, twisting my arm as he tries to pin my arm behind my back, but I turn myself, ducking as I free myself and try

ducks, and I flip over, grabbing his shoulder. Only for him to

rising until I look into those grey eyes. There’s no hostility or arrogance in them, and I find

fun… He

his arms, elbowing him in his stomach, before I spin as fast as

as he stumbles.

tease, as

counters, swiping my legs from under

my ankle and yanks me back. I turn, and he grunts when my knee hits his chest. I

my thighs with his large hands and holding

hand, and he takes it, trying to throw me onto the ground over his head, but I grab a fistful of his hair, slamming his head between my knees and

your neck, Arden.” I growl breathlessly, as he grabs the back of my thighs, only