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“Because I’m a nice guy,” I quip.
“Nobody here does anything because they’re just a nice guy,” I say. “What do you want, Corvus?”
I roll my hips against her.
Her lips part.
“Isn’t it obvious?” I ask.
Penn scoffs. “Because you’re horny?”
“No,” I say. “Because if Layla is anything like you, I can’t imagine her being held captive. It isn’t right.”
We stare at each other, her eyes still narrowed in naked fury. She shifts slightly under me, and it’s only with supreme strength of will that I don’t bend down to kiss her.
I think her anger would only make her more explosive in bed.
“Too late for a change of heart,” she says. “You just expect me to believe that you’re a good guy?”
“No,” I say. “But I expect you to believe that I’ve fallen for you…just like the other two men you’ve seduced. Keon and Atlas are both crazy about you.”
“Meanwhile, you’ve been playing all three of us,” she says.
“We’ve been playing this game since well before you got here,” I say. “But now? You’ve changed everything. You’ve shaken up all the pieces on the board.”
“Cute metaphor,” she says.
“It’s true, though,” I say.
Penn stares up at me a moment longer, her brow furrowed, then she struggles against me. “Will you get off me now?” she says.
“Sure,” I tell her, “if you’re ready to work together.”
She licks her lips. “Okay,” she says, “but we should probably get going. Atlas has gotta be worried sick.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
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PENN
I hope Atlas is worried.
I still don’t know what made him leave the room before he fucked me, and I wanted him so much. But now there are things I need to worry about; more important things than just sex. I can’t believe I let myself be blinded by the alien sex magic that has surrounded me ever since I got to Aelydon, but I refuse to be a pawn instead of the player.
Never again.
Corvus trails behind me. I’m aware he could catch up to me if he wanted to, but if he keeps lying to me, I might land another punch right in that handsome face of his.
Maybe he’d look better with a broken nose. A little imperfection to cut into those sharp, handsome features of his.
Because he’s a fucking prince.
Just like every other goddamn alien around here.
Oh, fuck. Here it comes. The alien sex magic again. It’s like being high on the most potent weed, like their pheromones light every synopses in my brain on fire.
“You can walk with me,” I say. “I promise I won’t hurt you.”
