Page 19 of Sky’s Edge

“I’m sure you haven’t just recently been introduced to females,” I drawled.

“If I want them, I fuck them. Once I have them, I’m done with them. And they don’t tend to give themselves facials while I’m fucking them.”

There was so much there to bite back about, it was unreal.

But since I was putting all my effort into not letting my head explode with how offended I was on behalf of myself and every female breathing, I didn’t have it in me to bite back.

“And no, to answer your question, we’re not done talking,” he carried on.

“What else would you like to discuss, sire?” I asked through my teeth.

“Have you ended it with him?”

Oh my gods!

A million percent yes.

I refused to be fascinated by this infuriating male.

Another million percent YES!

I absolutely refused to admire him.

“That’ll be done this weekend,” I said tightly.

“Confirm with me when it’s done,” he ordered.

“Listen, Your Majesty, I’m not one of your subjects.”

“Yet,” he inserted.

I ignored that and stated, “So how about you give the kingly commands a rest until I’m chained to you and the cage is firmly locked around me.”

“I’m going to make you happy,” he announced, not grandly, not vehemently, not warmly, simply matter-of-factly. Like he could say, You’re going to be happy, and then I would be.

“That remains to be seen,” I retorted.

“Indeed it does, and it will.”

This farging male.

“Can we be done talking now?” I requested.

“When are you ending things with him?”

One-track mind.

“Tomorrow, if he confirms,” I pushed out. “By the end of the weekend, definitely.”

“Don’t sleep with him.”

I had no intention of having farewell sex with Bash, even if I liked having sex with Bash. It would be too painful. Maybe not for him, but for me.

Even so…

“You can’t tell me what to⁠—”

“Hear me, Catla,” he said, the silk of his voice taut, which surprised me, since it denoted emotion. “Do not, as you are legally tied to me, fuck that male. Understood?”