He’s studying me—a scathing regard so cold it burns.
I finally draw a wheezing breath, but it offers little reprieve. “You bast—”
“Did you enjoy it?” The question is fired.
“Enjoywhat, Rhordyn?”
He cups my jaw like I’m made of stone—not flesh and bone—then kicks my feet apart and pins me in place with the spear of his hips.
I gasp, the intake so sharp I swear it cuts my throat on its way through.
“Having him between your legs,” he growls, voice savage, and now it’s more than his hips holding me against the door.
It’s something else hard and just as brutal.
A sensual, organic warmth throbs to life in the unguarded junction between my thighs.
His thumb slides up my bottom lip, and he rolls it, watching it fold as if he’s bending the petal of an immature bud and forcing it to bloom. “Having his tongue in this mouth.”
My blood chills.
His gaze flicks up, catching me off guard and making me jump. He takes the opportunity to weave his other hand into my hair and grip.
Hard.
A little sound leaks out of me as he tugs my head to the side, baring my throat and the heaving rise of my breasts. “Having him grab you like this and take the fucking reins.”
Perhaps it’s the way he’s holding me, like I’m the adult I’ve been pretending not to be, but I spit the truth at him like it’s a pebble on my tongue.
“Yes. Ienjoyedit.”
He makes a guttural sound and burrows his face into my neck again, dragging his stubble over the sensitive skin—firm enough to leave a graze. “An interesting choice of truth to serve up,Treasure. Especially when you offer so few.”
“Fuck. You.”
The assaulted skin blazes when he finally pulls back.
“No,” he purrs, tucking his lips close to my ear. “But you won’t be scratching that itch withhimeither.”
His words are ice and disturbingly direct.
“I—”
He nails my jaw shut, slaying me with that unforgiving glare. “And just so you know, if I catch you kissing Fish Boy again, I’ll gut him from chin to cock, poach him in milk, and serve him with a side of mash.”
The threat injects stone into my spine.
I snarl, ripping my chin from his grip. “You do that and I’ll be gone from your life forever.”
My words land a serrated blow, and I picture it sawing through his intentions, leaving them in a pile of bloody carnage between us.
I mean it. I’d be gone—something that would probably thrill him to the bone. Though I wonder if he hears the underlying implication of my threat ...
He’dneverget another drop of my blood.
He snaps back, perhaps expecting me to fall to the ground without the pin of his hips holding me in place. But with the threat on Kai’s well-being, I’m more composed than I’ve been in days—my feet firmly rooted even as I watch him stalk off down the hall.
“Try it, Milaje. Just fucking try it.”
