Page 46 of Lethal King

“You better charge me with something a hell of a lot more serious, because if I ever get out of prison, you’re dead.”

“It’s hard to take you seriously when you still have your hand wrapped around that tiny plaything of yours.”

Even as she plays with me, I can hear the faintest gulp slither down Rozalia’s throat. Her breathing is jittery.

The top of her hand brushes against the stubble on my jaw. Her warm skin makes my hard cock even harder.

“This tiny thing would tear you in half,” I growl.

“I’d like to see you try.”

In the blink of an eye, Rozalia pirouettes around the chair. Suddenly, she’s straddling me, knife still pressed against the most tender part of my throat.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I bark as my knees dig into the soft flesh of her perfect ass.

“Oh, was that not an invitation?” she leers, her snatched waist framing my rigid cock.

The glowing screens silhouette her mouth-watering body as I struggle to control myself. I heard her loud and clear. One wrong move, and all the blood in my cock will come spilling out of my throat.

I don’t doubt that someone like Rozalia Dorn would kill someone like me without hesitation. But what she’ll actually do next is impossible to tell.

“What the fuck do you want?”

My question seems to intrigue her. The plumpest part of her ass sinks into my thighs as she subtly bites down on her lower lip.

That’s enough of a hint for me to pick up on.

No fucking way.

“What are you willing to give me?” she asks, her voice filled with a faux innocence.

“A head start.”

That draws a laugh from her pretty red lips.

“I’m not running anymore,” she tells me, her blade pushing half an inch deeper into my throat. “But I’m not about to chase either.”

“Then what are you going to do?” I ask, knowing full well what I want her to do.

My cock is ready to explode. It’s been so fucking long since I let myself get this close to a woman. It doesn’t matter that I’m not in this position by choice.

I want her.

I want her to rip off those black leggings and impale herself on my cock.

“I’ll tell you exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to take,” Rozalia explains. Leaning in nice and close to my ear, she takes a soft breath.

My entire body twitches.

“You don’t have the guts,” I dare her.

“I’d rather feel you in mine.”

I can’t help the deep groan that rumbles up my captive throat when Rozalia bites down on my earlobe.

Then, her hips start to sway.

There’s no room for shock in my lust-addled mind.