Page 248 of Lethal King

“Then why am I still sneaking in the window?” she asks.

“Because you like to,” I remind her. Tightening my grip around her fallen hand, I stare deep into those deep green eyes. “I won. Say it.”

With a defiant fire lighting up those emerald green eyes, she glues her lips shut and shakes her head.

I tighten my grip around her hand. She doesn’t give in.

So I do the one thing that makes her melt every time.

I kiss her.

The glue gives way. Her lips part. But before she can start to kiss me back, I teasingly pull away.

“Fine,” Roz huffs, rolling her eyes. “I love you. Happy?”

“Yes.”

This time, when I kiss her, I don’t pull away until precum is leaking from my cock.

“Are you going to say it back?” Roz asks, rubbing her thigh between my legs.

“Not until you beat me in an arm wrestle.”

With the quickness of a cat, Rozalia jumps up from the bed.

The cold breeze blowing in from the window wraps around my begging body.

“If that’s the case, I’ll get back to work,” Rozalia snips.

Reaching out, I grab her wrist and pull her back into bed, biting back the pain the whole way through.

“I love you,” I whisper into her ear.

“Good.”

Our lips have only barely touched again when I hear a knock come from my bedroom door.

“Fuck,” I grumble.

“Are you up?” Maksim’s voice comes from the other side of the wall.

“Yes.”

“Can I come in?”

“No.”

A short, understanding silence follows.

“You have a visitor,” Maksim eventually says. “He’s waiting downstairs.”

“Who is it?”

“Adriano Sabatino.”

“Double fuck,” Rozalia whispers.

With a frustrated grunt, I reluctantly pull away from Rozalia and push myself out of bed.