Page 131 of Lethal King

Reaching into my pants, I go to tuck my raging erection back beneath my beltline.

But Rozalia stops me.

“Take me with you!” she demands.

My hand falls against the doorknob. Glass crunches beneath my feet.

“How could I trust you?” I ask, not bothering to turn around.

“You can’t,” Rozalia admits.

“Then why the hell would I take you with me?”

This time, I do turn around. To my surprise, there’s a mischievous smirk drawn over Rozalia’s pretty face.

It seems as if she’s already forgotten about our short foray into her troubled past—or maybe she just doesn’t feel so bad anymore, since she got a nice little jab in at mine.

“Because it would turn you on,” she says, green eyes wandering below my waistline.

My hard cock twitches as she stares directly at the unavoidable outline.

“I’m already turned on plenty, thank you.”

“Oh, I know. But imagine how hot it would be to watch me kill the man who tried to take me from you.”

“We aren’t going directly to Leander,” I tell her, immediately regretting my poor choice of words.

Rozalia’s smirk turns into a full-on Cheshire grin.

I said ‘we’. Fuck.

“Then where are we going?” she teases.

“I’m going to visit one of Leander’s friends. He and I are going to have a nice little chat.”

“Hard to believe that fucker has any friends,” Rozalia says, cracking her knuckles. “But I bet I can get him talking before you do.”

I hesitate to play along.

“If you leave me here, I’ll just escape,” she casually notes.

I hate how right she is. How could I trust my men with such an important task? They’ve already failed me too many times—not that I want anyone else watching over my fallen angel. She’s mine.

But how am I going to keep her by my side?

Thankfully, Rozalia lets me consider that conundrum in silence. As if on cue, I hear a muffled bark come from downstairs. It’s the guard dog my men let inside.

It gives me an idea.

A cruel, naughty idea.

“Fine. You can come,” I relent. “But only if you adhere to my conditions.”

“Name them,” Rozalia is quick to reply.

She eagerly steps forward, but I raise a strong palm.

“You aren’t going to like them, angel,” I tell her.