Page 125 of Lethal King

In response, I reach over her shoulder and splay my hand out across the wall—my forearm brushes against her cheek. I can feel the air thicken.

Every part of me flexes, ready to pounce in case my Black Cat tries something.

“You play along, and maybe I’ll grant your wish… kitten.”

With that, I lift my other arm up, caging her between my forearms. Now, her only way out is through me.

Fuck. I almost want to dare her to try something—any excuse to throw her back onto the floor and have my way with that tight body.

“Be careful, cub,” Rozalia snarls. “I’m not one of your child brides. I’ll bite back.”

Leaning into her ear, I let out a shallow sigh just so she can feel the heat in my breath.

“I hope you bite hard,” I whisper.

I can practically feel the electricity pricking her skin.

For a moment, I just pause there, inches away from her cheek. When I finally do pull back, it looks like Rozalia wants to bite my face off. I stare down at her like I want to return the favor.

Whatever’s changed between us, it hasn’t ruined the most important part of our dynamic: the taste for each other’s throats. And that’s good. Because I’m not finished with our little game of cat and mouse yet—not that I’m entirely sure I’ll ever be.

“Go ahead, ask me anything,” Rozalia finally relents, after our stare-down becomes too much for her.

I don’t waste any time.

“Are you on birth control?”

I might as well have slapped her across the face.

“You think I’d ever even get close to you if I wasn’t?”

“What does that mean?” I poke.

Her offended cheeks flush ever so slightly. That porcelain skin pinkens. I can’t help but sniff in a deep breath of her coveted shame.

“It means I know how men like you are,” she snips. “Pigs. Greedy fucking vermin who only want one thing.”

“And what’s that?”

“Me.”

I snort. “How modest of you.”

At that, a slight smirk finally appears on Rozalia’s perfect lips.

“Can you blame me? I’m being hunted by a king, after all… and he’s left his entire empire behind just to follow me around.”

“I haven’t left anything behind,” I tell her. Running the back of my hand up Rozalia’s wrist, I wait until she tries to pull away. When she does, I grab her. “You’re in my domain, kitten.”

“Let go of me,” she hisses.

But she’s hardly putting up a fight. If she truly wanted me to unhand her, I’d be eating a headbutt right about now.

“What kind of birth control?” I ask, tightening my grip.

“An injection.”

“And how long does this contraceptive last?”