Page 97 of Lethal King

My heart lifts… then falls into darkness.

Another voice joins Rozalia’s. A deeper voice.

I don’t recognize it. And my first instinct is to snarl at the thought of who it might be.

Leander.

Who else would it be?

This is his house, after all. The house my black kitten ran to when she couldn’t handle me anymore.

My grip tightens around the handle of my gun.

I’ll make her watch as I tear him apart.

Somehow, I manage to stay in control of myself as I edge closer to the voices. It doesn’t sound like they’re moving. Not fast, at least.

I decide to play with them.

Rozalia’s remote in hand, I turn down the dial until it’s almost off.

“We’re not going anywhere without you,” I clearly hear a man’s voice state.

It’s strangely familiar.

“Fuck. It stopped,” Rozalia mumbles.

My heart starts to pound in anticipation. My half-hard cock starts to grow again.

She’s so close.

“What stopped? Roz. Fucking tell me!”

I don’t even turn the final corner before I realize it’s not Leander’s voice I’m hearing.

That’s Tytus.

Fuck.

I wasn’t expecting him. But I’m not exactly disappointed.

With him here, I can kill two birds with one stone.

“It’s nothing,” I hear Rozalia stubbornly insist. “It’s just these fucking cramps. Let’s get the hell out of—”

With an uncontrollable smirk lifting my lips, I turn the dial back up. This time, though, I stop halfway.

It should be enough. Enough to momentarily incapacitate her. Enough to shame her. Enough to arouse her.

The idea of making the Black Cat cum in front of her own brother is strangely arousing.

Such a naughty girl.

“Fuck!”

The helpless rage in Rozalia’s roar fills the tunnel.

I take it as my cue to reveal myself.