Prologue

It’s true what they say that real love can destroy you. Punish you. Hurt you in many ways possible. You can fall in love multiple times but only one person can be your true love.

That’s why I stick to my books. Fictional men. They can’t hurt you at all. I remember the first time I fell in love with a fictional character, and that my friend was Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice. He was the epitome of my ideal man. The man who fills my head day and night.

But just thinking of ever having true love makes my heart yearn for any kind of love. A day doesn’t go by where I don’t end up romantically frustrated and just want to hold someone’s hand.

When I try to think of a man that can stand next to me for the rest of my life Mr. Darcy’s face pops into my head. I find myself writing his name over and over again in my notebook but what good can come out of writing his name over and over again if he could never be mine?

I promised myself that I’d never fall in love. To protect my heart from any heartache I would have to keep my heart from falling in love. As years passed by in my life I’ve grown accustomed to the love I feel for fictional men and felt a certain content in my life. I was happily in love with men who didn’t exist.

That’s until he waltzed into my life.

Mr. Darcy’s name suddenly turned into his name.

With just one touch he changed everything in my life.

I craved for him. Yearned for him.

He’s absolutely not like the men I’ve read in my books. Suddenly I can’t compare him to any of my fictional men because I fall asleep to dream of him and wake up to only long for him.

I barged into my apartment after a hard day at work. But something completely surprised me as I entered my room. There stood the man I was trying to ignore.

“Ciel!” I shouted.

I suddenly stopped in my tracks as I noticed a wet semi-naked Ciel, only a towel hanging loosely on his hips. I couldn’t help but stare at his toned chest, his abs, and his v-line that led to the mystery beneath the towel.

“And she calls me a pervert.” he commented.

“Why the hell are you in my room and not to mention you took a bath?” I yelled.

“The question is why are you still in here staring at me?” he asked with a smirk.

“I uh…” I couldn’t find the words. Ciel gave me his signature smirk which only seemed to annoy me. Why does such an irksome man have to look this hot?

He suddenly started advancing towards and I tried backing away but I didn’t notice how close I was to the wall. Once I could feel the heat of his body he grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him. I could feel the droplets of water running down his body as they soaked into my body. His towel suddenly undid itself and I forced myself to stare at his face rather than down below.

He pressed his naked body against my clothed one. “C—Ciel.” I stuttered but he quickly shushed me as he took ahold of my other hand and lifted both my arms above my head. My eyes connected with his and all I could see in his ocean orbs were lust and want.

“If you truly want me to stop, I will. Just tell me.” he said as if to challenge me. I opened my mouth only for nothing to come out. He smirked when I couldn’t say anything. With his free hand he undid the zipper of my dress and let it fall to pool around my feet, leaving me in nothing but my undergarment.

“I hunger for this.” he said huskily as he touched my bare waist and easily unhooked my bra.  He massaged my breasts with his free hand pinching on each rosebud making my body shiver with desire. When Ciel heard me gasp out his name he growled sexily as he nipping my sweet spot that lied between my collarbone and shoulder. Unconsciously I started pressing my hips against his naked one which only made him groan out my name.

“I’m going to make you mine in every way possible.” he whispered in my ear.

Right as Ciel ripped off my panty like it was nothing I suddenly opened my eyes to see that I was in my bed in my own room. My head whirled around in panic and there was no sign of Ciel anywhere. I sighed as I buried my face into my hands.

It was a dream.  

He haunted my dreams… And I yearned for every second of that dream to be real. My heart pounded against my chest furiously as I thought of Ciel. I could already imagine him smirking and it only annoyed me.

I always thought that I would never fall in love with a person other than Mr. Darcy. But he proved to be so much more.