Page 45 of Lethal King

I’m nearly about to give in when the Black Cat straightens back up. But that’s all she does. For what seems like an eternity, she just stands there, staring at something just out of frame.

Then, without warning, she turns her head around. Just her head. Slowly, that sharp jawline comes back into the frame. So do those plump red lips and perfectly sculpted cheekbones.

Even through the grainy feed and warped coloring on the screen, those green eyes shine.

When they land on me, my jumping heart stops dead.

A cool breeze trickles along the backside of my neck.

“What are you looking at, kitten?” I whisper.

Forcing myself to lean even further forward, I meet the Black Cat’s intensely capturing gaze.

It’s only when I get close enough to the screen that I see the subtle smirk lifting the corners of her perfect lips.

She’s smiling.

At me.

Fuck.

Does she know I’m here?

Before I can react, I feel the cold steel of a sharp blade press against my throat.

“Drop your gun, big boy.”

The Black Cat’s hot breath washes against the back of my ear as the warmth of her body suddenly engulfs me from behind.

“What the—”

“Ah ah ah,” she taunts, cradling the bottom of my Adam’s apple with her blade. “Let’s not get excited—or, at least, let’s not get any more excited than we already are, huh?”

I can feel those sharp green eyes stare down from over my shoulder. My hard cock rises out from my unzipped crotch like a girthy mast. It’s unavoidable.

I’ve been caught with my pants down. Literally.

“If you’re going to cut my throat, you better be quick about it,” I growl, my hackles rising. “Because if you give me even an inch, I will—”

“You’re not in any position to make threats,” Rozalia interrupts. “Now, do as I say. Drop the gun. If you don’t, I’ll make all that blood in your cock spill from your throat.”

Rage, lust, and shame batter against my insides as I realize I have no choice but to obey. With a vicious snarl, I let my fingers go limp. My gun clanks against the metal-sheeted floor below.

How the fuck did she get in here without my little black ball picking her up?

“I meant the other big useless thing you have wrapped between your fingers,” Rozalia teases.

“Either one would destroy a fragile little thing like you,” I snap back.

“Wouldn’t you just love to destroy me?” I can hear the smirk lifting her juicy red lips. It’s the same smirk still staring up at me from the now frozen security feed.

“It’s a fucking recording,” I grumble, coming to the realization far too late.

“Well, aren’t you the boy genius everyone says you are.”

“If I’m a boy, then you’re nothing but a baby,” I foolishly bite.

“Well, I’m definitely not a baby, am I? I guess I’ll have to remind the authorities to try you as an adult when I bring you in for voyeurism.”