1211
Chapter 7
298 Vouchers
His movements are so fast they’re a blur. Not like when my uncle moved. He is faster and quicker than my mind can possibly track, yet flight or fight kicks in regardless. Yet every move I make, he anticipates, moving with ease until he pins me. My vision tinges red, his claws digging into my wrists as he pins them above my head in one of his. Tears p ri ck my eyes, and I suddenly feel overwhelmed and claustrophobic. He trails a hand down my body as I lift my hips, trying to throw him off. Instead, he rocks his hips against me.
“Keep fighting, Love. You’re only making me harder,” he purrs, and I freeze. He laughs at his words as he presses his erection between my legs. I gulp down the dread pooling in my stomach. His breath is hot on my skin as he leans in. I can feel my body trembling in anticipation of what he’ll do next. I know I can’t fight him, but I can’t seem to submit either.
I grit my teeth and close my eyes, waiting for the inevitable.
He moves away, and I hear him laugh again. “It seems I’m going to have to break you, little mate,” he says, and I open my eyes to see him smirk, his eyes sparking with amusement. He leans in closer, and I can feel his breath on my face. His eyes t win kle with amusement, and I know I’m in trouble. I’m not escaping this monster any time soon.
“My King?” comes a deep voice behind him, and I turn my head at the sound, looking for whoever else is with him.
“Leave us!” Xandros growls, and I hear the man’s retreating footsteps. King? He isn’t a king. His father hasn’t abdicated from the throne, as far as I know.
“Will you come willingly, or do I need to force you?” he asks, lifting his hand. He runs a finger down my cheek and then down my
O GO
12 1
288 Vouchers
neck. My breathing becomes harsher, and his heat seeping into me makes my fever burn even hotter. I know I should resist, but his touch sends a shiver of pleasure through me, and my body betrays me.
His deep amber eyes are locked on mine, and my heart starts to race as I realize that I can’t look away. His lips tug in the corners, and I am stunned by his beauty. Sharp canines protrude from his lips, and his eyes flash black, taking on a demonic appearance, his skin clear and smooth beside the ghosting shadows of his stubble, full lips, and high cheekbones. This man is pure perfection, and his body seems as hard as the steely gaze watching me.
I feel a shiver go up my spine as I meet his gaze, and I know I’m in trouble. He presses closer, and I can feel the warmth radiating from his body. He buries his face in my neck and groans lewdly, snapping me out of my dazed thoughts. Once I’m pulled in by his magnetic presence, I know there’s no escape as his hand slips beneath the drenched shirt, clinging to me.
His lips softly brush against my ear, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me. I close my eyes, knowing I’m completely at his mercy. I surrender to the magnetic pull between us. His touch is electric, and I can feel the heat radiating off of him. His hands wander slowly over my body, sending sparks of desire through me that I don’t understand.
My body is craving his touch, yet I am also petrified of him. My mind is going in two different directions when he climbs off me. The moment he does, the fog clouding my thoughts lifts, and I blink up at him to see him extend his hand to me. I stare at it for a second before placing my hand in his and allowing him to pull me to my feet.
His eyes watched me the same way they did at Mal’s, drinking in
26.49%
12.12
1289 Vouchers
my every feature, calculating my every move. I frantically search around for an escape route, but I know there is no way out. His intense gaze has me pinned in place, and I am unable to move. I can feel my heart racing as I attempt to take a step back, but his hand tightens around mine. “Whatever you’re thinking, I advise against it. You won’t escape me a second time,” he growls in warning, his tone turning icy cold as his eyes flash at me with the challenge. I swallow and nod. Not knowing how to respond and he lets my hand go, motioning for me to pass him.
Hesitantly I step around him; his eyes following me, and I glance at the door when my toes brush something. Peering down, I see my uncle, and I gasp, taking a step back. My eyes go to my hands which are drenched in his blood, and I blink. I killed someone; I killed my uncle, my own flesh and blood.
Warmth seeps into my back, and I tense, feeling the King press his chest against me. His breathing is hard when he dips his head next to my ear, his breath fanning my neck, and I fight back a shiver. His huge hands fall on my hips, his fingers digging into my soft flesh, making me realize I am only wearing a wet shirt and my
underwear.
intor
“Choice is yours, Little mate. You can either come home with me or rot in a prison cell for the rest of your life. Which is it?” he purrs and tears brim in my eyes, and I nod once-having no intention of picking either option. My heart beats like a drum in my chest. Knowing both options, he presented me with ended up with the same conclusion. Me dead.
He nudges me forward, and I tear my gaze from my uncle, stepping over his body and walking toward my bedroom door. Yet the further away from the King I move, the dizzier I become, and I sway slightly. His hand grips my arm to steady me, and I shake my head.
54.10%
|||
O
1212
288 Vouchers
“It’s just the effects of—” I don’t let him finish seeing the floor below. I run, jumping over the top of the railing to the floor below. I brace myself for the pain I expect to raise up my legs when I land on the floor below. Yet none comes, and I find myself startled, but that wears off when I hear him laugh. The sound makes me look up to see him peering over from the floor above.
“Don’t do it!” He chuckles darkly, and I glare at him.
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I spit back at him. He smiles wickedly, showing his sharp teeth. I take a step back, and he takes a step forward. I know he’s not going to give up easily. I can feel the danger in the air, and I know I need to get out of here.
The King sighs heavily and shakes his head, slowly walking down the stairs. “Go on then,” he waves
Ysmissively, and my brows
furrow. But I don’t need to be told twice when I hear the creak of a floorboard, making me pivot to glance in the living room. I see the man that interrupted us before, and he watches me carefully.
“Leave her,” the King orders, and the man folds his arms across his chest, nodding toward the door.
82.36%
|||
