Chapter 53: Maria Is Paris's Monster

The prince took another step forward, her warmth radiated to his skin. "I asked if you thought of me while you did all those things I told you to." It was the silliest question she has ever heard. Why would she think of him while washing the plates? Well… Maybe she did—to connect him to an animal. But Maria knew better than to tell him that now. She knew better than to spite an angry man. So she kept quiet. But it seemed to make things worse. Paris took another step. "You weren't, were you?" Maria stepped back again and bumped into the wall. She was trapped. The realization heightened her senses exponentially. She needed to get away and fast. The prince inched closer. His angry teal gaze bore into hers. His hands slowly slotted through the gap between her arms and her waist and reached for the wall behind her, flattening the flaming-haired enchantress on the wall, pressing his hard, muscled planes against her soft curves. Maria forced