Page 137 of Lethal King

My man.

My heart flinches at the thought. And the devil on my shoulder curses in my ear.

Fuck off, Roz. Don’t be stupid. Rian isn’t yours any more than you’re his. And no matter what he says in the bedroom, you don’t belong to him.

You don’t belong to anyone.

Still, a small pang of jealousy cracks through me as I wrap a seductive hand around the club owner’s shoulder. No matter how seductively I pull off his multi-colored jacket, the club owner’s eyes stay fixed on Rian.

I mean, I don’t blame him. My lion is a stud. But I’m not so bad either.

Right?

“Come here,” I say.

Throwing caution to the wind, I wrap my fingers around Flavian’s well-manicured jaw and yank his face into mine.

Even I’m shocked by what I do next.

I kiss him.

His lips are cold and wet. Mine are sloppy. There’s no joy in it, but I kiss him with all the passion in the world.

No one is allowed to make me feel jealousy—especially not Rian.

He deserves this.

Flavian has hardly started to kiss me back when I feel a light shock ripple up from my collar.

That doesn’t stop me. I’m almost used to the sensation by now.

Flavian’s tongue digs deep into my mouth and his hands clasp around my waist. I kiss him back with disgust, half-hoping that Rian will end this before it goes too far.

I get my wish.

The next shock is so strong that I’m nearly blown off my feet.

“Fuck,” I curse, jumping back.

Before my skin can stop tingling, Rian has pounced on Flavian.

The club-owner gasps as my lion wraps a strong hand around his throat.

“Rian, no. Don’t—” I try to choke out.

But Rian doesn’t rip Flavian apart. Instead, he does the last thing I was expecting him to do.

He kisses him.

Well, maybe not so much kisses as laps up what I’ve left behind.

Those blood-red lips push hard into Flavian’s thin mouth as Rian licks every last trace of me from the club owner’s mouth.

Rian is clearly pissed.

Meanwhile, Flavian looks like he’s in heaven, and he quickly gives in, closing his eyes to faint into Rian’s powerful grip.

But Rian doesn’t close his eyes. No. He keeps them wide open, and glued onto me.