Page 50 of Lethal King

“Then I guess you’ll have to keep chasing me.”

I don’t even bother turning around to watch her go. I know she’s still pointing that gun at me, and I’m sure she won’t hesitate to use it, no matter what weirdly intimate shit we just shared.

Instead, I look up at the monitor she used to trick me. The one with the recording of her undressing. It’s gone black. In the screen, I can see the reflection of what’s going on behind me.

Rozalia is almost entirely invisible. Her stupidly beautiful face floats like a porcelain mask in a pocket of darkness by the far corner of the room.

A stone drops in my gut.

Because that’s when I realize how she got in without being detected by my little black security ball.

There’s a fucking hidden doorway behind the bookshelf.

Why the hell didn’t I check for a fucking hidden doorway?

You’re getting sloppy, Rian. And stupid.

All I can do is stew in my self-loathing and watch as Rozalia takes one last long look at me. Our eyes meet. I spot a familiar confusion in her emerald green gaze. It’s the same conflict raging inside of me.

We both enjoyed that way too much.

I’m not even worried about the fact that I came in her. There’s no chance a woman like Rozalia isn’t on some type of contraceptive.

“You better not get pregnant,” I sneer anyway.

“As if I’d ever let that happen,” she hisses back.

Then, just like that, she’s gone, her pretty porcelain face engulfed by the darkness. The hidden door is pulled shut. The bookshelf clicks back into place.

It’s like she was never even here.

But I can still smell her.

Fucking hell.

My first instinct is to shove my cock back into my pants. But it’s not entirely soft yet, and the memory of what just happened is already making me hard again.

But there’s no point in staying here to jerk off. And there’s no use in going after her. This is Rozalia’s domain. I’ll just get lost in the maze.

And I refuse to get lost again.

The next time we see each other, it will be on my turf and on my terms.

Lifting my hand to my face, I look at my glistening finger. Most of the wax has been rubbed off.

Good.

That means it’s all on Rozalia.

I’ve marked her. Now, there’s no fucking escape.

It may have cost me my dignity, but I’ve finally trapped the Black Cat.

Let’s see how she likes being toyed with.

I won’t be so gentle.

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