Page 129 of Lethal King

“From experience, I’d rather not let you do to him what you’ve done to me,” I half-smirk—the other half of my face twists in a scowl.

In response, Rozalia almost lets herself laugh.

“Watch your mouth,” she huffs.

“Or what? You’ll kiss it again?”

This time, she actually does laugh. But it’s a villainous laugh, the kind that would send shivers down the spines of ordinary men.

Thankfully, I’m no ordinary man.

I fucking love the sound of her evil cackle. It makes my stupid dead heart sing.

My half-scowl turns into a full smile.

“So you really don’t know where Leander is, huh?” I ask, trying to ignore the light feeling in my hard chest.

“No. Not that I would tell you if I did. That bastard is mine to kill—same goes for Drago.”

“What would you say if I told you I knew how to find Leander?”

That draws a curious look from my Black Cat.

“Lead you to Leander? Has the coward already gone into hiding?”

“He’s surprisingly good at it,” I nod.

“And you’re looking for him?”

“I can’t let him go around thinking you belong to him.”

“I don’t belong to anyone.”

“Wrong, kitten. You belong to me.”

My claim sparks something feral in Rozalia. She lunges for me. But I’m ready for her.

Still, the moment my fingers close in around her wrist, she ducks and spins, taking out my shins with a hard kick.

Somehow, I manage to keep her firmly in my grasp as I fall to the floor. Rozalia is pulled on top of me. And we wrestle across the floor until I’m on top of her.

“I thought you said you’d stop calling me kitten if I answered your questions,” she pants, her white cheeks filled with color.

“You’re right,” I puff. “I’m sorry… angel.”

“Fuck off.”

Wrapping her leg around mine, Rozalia gathers enough leverage to flip me onto my back.

For a moment, I’m so shocked I just let her hold me down.

Then, I just start to laugh. I don’t even try to wrestle her back down. She’s earned the chance to be on top of me… for now.

“At least angel is more fitting than kitten,” Rozalia mumbles, shaking her head to hide the small smile lifting her perfect lips.

She likes being on top.

But does she like it better than being under me?