Page 76 of Lethal King

Twisting around, I stare daggers at Tytus.

“Do it!”

It feels like I’m coming undone. Between my hormones, Rian’s mind games, Leander’s shit, and the fact that we’re supposedly on our way to see my missing adoptive father, I’m ready to fall apart.

I hate how quickly the tables have turned. Just yesterday, I felt like I could conquer the world by myself.

Then, I got too close to my prey. I gave into my urges and sat on a thick juicy cock I shouldn’t have even looked at. I came and opened myself up to a man who took advantage of it.

It wasn’t the first time I’d done something so stupid. But it was the first time my mistake was ever that intimate.

Fuck. He came inside of me.

Thank god for contraceptive injections.

“Please, Tytus,” I beg, softening my voice. “We need to see him.”

I can tell Tytus is just as desperate to confront Drago as I am, because he only hesitates for a second before turning around.

“Fine.”

This time, I prepare myself for the rumbling engine. Still, I can’t help but flinch when the boat starts to rock.

Up ahead, I see Leander’s yacht pull out. The billionaire’s bright suit glares against the setting sun as he waves us forward.

Tytus follows after him.

Instead of looking ahead to where we’re going, I turn my back to everything and glare at our wake.

Stupid girl. Look what you’ve gotten yourself into.

Before I take a seat, I slip my phone out of my back pocket.

The signal scrambler I’ve attached to the case is still glowing, blasting out a uterus-shriveling amount of radiation. For the time being, Rian shouldn’t be able to track us. At least, not accurately.

The risk of radiation poisoning will be well worth the few hours of privacy. Not that I’m completely safe. If Rian checks to see where I am, and can’t find the signal, he’s going to punish me.

A warm tingle runs up my thighs. Dread empties my gut.

I look up to the sky.

A foolish part of me thought my scrambler might make the pleasure the vibrations caused a lot less enjoyable.

But now, I highly doubt that.

Clenching my fists, I try to calm myself.

The lion will pay for the pain he’s caused me. And the pleasure too.

But first, I need to do something I promised I’d never do for anyone ever again.

Submit.

That’s the only way to get rid of this stupid shit he’s stuck to me. I’ve already tried to concoct a solution of my own, but nothing seems to mix just right, and I’m not about to lather a bunch of chemicals on my clit in the hopes that one of them works.

Fucking hell.

Closing my eyes, I try not to think about just how much control that man has over me right now.