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He growled, low and primal. His hand tightened ever so slightly around me, like it was a warning. I just didn’t think I was the only one he was warning. “Apollo know about that mouth on you?”
I licked my lip to draw his attention to said mouth. It worked like a charm. “He wants a good little princess? He’ll get a good little princess,” I told him, surprising myself with the venom in my tone.
Valen’s nose wrinkled. His lips rose in a snarl he seemed trying to suppress. His eyes narrowed. “You watch yourself, Miss Vanguard.”
He pushed off my throat none too gently and began stalking away.
But I felt brazen. I felt charged. Too charged. Energy zipped around me. My nerves were going haywire. My heart pounded in my chest. But I wanted to push him that little bit further. I wanted to watch him bite back.
“I’ll do what – or who – I please, Valk,” I said, my voice even, controlled, commanding.
He paused and his head twitched like he was fighting the instinct to turn around.
“You will do nothing of the sort,” he said slowly and firmly.
I walked towards him as though I had not a care in the world. “I don’t see how you’d stop me.”
Again with that twitch. He wanted to turn. I wanted him to turn.
I stood behind him and trailed a carefree finger down the back of his arm. “How would you stop me, Valk?” I pressed. “I’m dying to know.”
He spun quickly. His finger lighted under my chin and tilted my head to make me look at him. He didn’t touch me anywhere else, but my body thrummed, on high alert.
“He’d kill any man who touches you,” he said, his voice ragged.
I cocked my head to the side. A challenge. “He doesn’t get his hands dirty.”
“I’d kill any man who touches you,” he growled. He snarled roughly, then pushed through me and stalked from the courtyard.
The way he moved, you’d be forgiven for thinking he had to get out of there before he did something he couldn’t take back. Before he did something he’d regret.
I breathed heavily.
Desire curled in the pit of my stomach. My clit throbbed. My nipples ached.
Because I’d seen the look in his eyes. It was personal. Not just obeying the command of his god.
I’d been right that day on the steps.
It wasn’t just the booze talking.
Valen hated me.
Hated me as much as I hated him.
But he also wanted me.
Wanted me as much as I wanted him.
Chapter Eight
“Will you stop that?” Florence snapped, throwing a balled-up piece of paper from her desk to mine.
I looked at my hand and realised that I’d been incessantly tapping my pen against my book while I did my homework that Friday afternoon. I wasn’t really even doing my homework. Not unless doing homework meant reading that one sentence for the thirteenth time and still not knowing what it said. I took a deep breath and tried to stop my heart beating as fast as I’d been tapping my pen.
“Sorry,” I told her.
My mood made me more short with her than I should have been.
