Page 14 of Kneel Before Me

Kronos scoffed. “I do not aim to impress humans.”

Daphne bristled at his response. His cock was still hard, rigid beneath his trousers. He was not immune to her, no matter how much he insisted otherwise. And she was not immune to him.

She ignored her fight-or-flight instincts, leaning closer. “If you were to impress me, what would you do?”

Kronos raised an eyebrow. She wondered what he was thinking—whether he was deciding if she was worth impressing or not. It seemed like an eternity before he replied.

“I would put my cock in your pussy,” he whispered.

He said it easily, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Daphne was sure she was blushing. Kronos wore an expression of total self-satisfaction. Barely keeping her composure, she replied, “That wouldn’t impress me.”

Kronos gave her a deviant smile. “Would it not?”

Of course it would. But she didn’t need him to know that.

“No. It wouldn’t.”

“I have lived for centuries, and your life has barely begun. Do you truly think there is nothing I could do that would make you tremble?”

Tremble. Daphne had to admit a man had never made her tremble before. Orgasm, sure. Cry, definitely. But tremble? That was something she had yet to experience, and she couldn’t deny that she was eager to do so. But to admit it would be to let this monster win. So instead of speaking the truth, she said, “No. Nothing.”

Kronos let out a soft chuckle.

She wanted to slap the smile off his face. “You are lying.”

“How do you know?”

“Your heartbeat is accelerated. Your pupils are dilated. It is easy to read you, Daphne.”

“Your pupils are dilated too. Does that mean you’re lying?”

He looked her straight in the eye. “It means I am turned on. As are you.”

There was no denying it whatsoever. Daphne was wet between her legs, and from the way Kronos’s nostrils flared, she highly suspected he could sense it. But it didn’t change anything. She would not let him win this. With far more ease than she felt, Daphne leaned away, shrugging her shoulders casually. “Just because I’m turned on doesn’t mean I want your cock in my pussy.”

“Does it not?”

“No,” she said, twirling the end of a curl around her fingers. Kronos tracked the motion with his eyes. “It doesn’t.”

Now he was the one leaning closer, breathing her in. “Then what does it mean?”

The fire crackled.

“It means my body doesn’t agree with my mind. Wouldn’t be the first time.”

He smirked. “I see. So you do not listen to your body.”

“Not if I can help it. It’s gotten me in a bit of trouble in the past.”

“What sort of trouble?”

It wasn’t an unreasonable question; she was refusing to have sex with him, after all. But it wasn’t wise to reveal such a private part of herself to a basilisk.

She dropped her curl. “I’d rather not say.”

To her surprise, Kronos looked amused. He seemed to find this entire interaction entertaining. Daphne would have thought that he’d be annoyed with her by now. Instead he was regarding her with a smile. The urge to slap it off his face was rapidly disappearing. She would rather kiss it off instead. But that wasn’t an option. Especially not now that she’d established her boundaries and he was respecting them. There was no doubt that Kronos—no matter how intimidating he might seem—was an honorable creature. It was a stark difference to the boy she’d been with just last night. But Daphne didn’t want to think about that.

“Are you prone to trouble?” Kronos continued, the same amused expression on his face.