Page 106 of Lethal King

Closing my eyes, I try to fight all that away. But when I open them again, Rian has turned back to me. There’s no ignoring the giant bulge swelling beneath his grey sweatpants.

The outline of his juicy cock is nearly enough to make me drool.

“I’ve killed far too many men to have him be my first,” I swallow. “And I’ve fucked even more.”

In the blink of an eye, Rian has sprung forward and wrapped his huge fingers around my tiny throat.

“You fucked him?” he growls, blue fire raging in his furious gaze.

I spit right between those gorgeous blue eyes.

He doesn’t even blink.

“No. And I never would,” I snarl. “How fucking dare you accuse me of something so disgusting.”

My indignation seems to calm him. But that strong grip doesn’t ease from around my throat.

“What we’re you doing at his beachside mansion?” he asks, his blood-red lips so close to mine that I can taste them.

It occurs to me that, for all we’ve already done together, we haven’t even kissed yet.

“I was dragged to Leander’s McMansion after you nearly drowned me,” I explain, forcing my gaze away from his lips. “I didn’t have a choice in the matter.”

“Where is he?”

“I don’t know.”

“Were you meeting with him before you almost drowned?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“You are my business, kitten,” Rian growls. His fingers press deep into my throat. The pressure is strangely intoxicating.

But not nearly as intoxicating as that word.

Kitten.

I’ve never been called that before. To most, I’m the Black Cat. A grown-ass woman. A Fearsome killer. The femme fatale.

But kitten?

I should spit in Rian’s face again.

Instead, I want him to dominate me.

The thought is so shocking that I’m momentarily stunned into submission.

“I’ll talk,” I finally choke, not wanting him to unhand me quite yet. It’s a confusing feeling, but there’s no denying the electric warmth washing up from between my legs.

I’m already wet.

“Go ahead.”

I shake my head as far as it will go. “I’ll talk if you give me what I want.”

For a moment, Rian pauses.

I can’t help but wonder if he knows what I want, because I sure as hell don’t.