If I can establish that I can be useful in more than just sex, he will see me as more valuable to him.
At least, I hope so.
I need him to.
The corner of his lips drop and he stands, looming over me.
That’s the moment I realize I’ve pushed too far. Not because he lunges, or raises his voice.
No.
Blue just leans forward, slow as molasses but infinitely more lethal.
“If I thought you would be sniffin’ around my business,” he says, “you wouldn’t be sittin’ in here, teasing me. You’d be in the bayou with venom in your veins and your pretty mouth shut for good.”
Chills race across my skin.
But I’m not afraid.
God help me, I should be afraid.
Instead, I look into his eyes and wonder what it would feel like if that intensity was for me instead of aimed at me.
I’m losing control and daydreaming about things he could do with me too often.
And when he reaches for his knife, stopping in front of me with his presence swallowing me whole, I do something stupid.
I look up at him with hunger instead of fear.
He reaches down, fingers catching the hair at the nape of my neck, the blade’s edge a breath away from my throat.
“Tell me why I shouldn’t do just that,” he demands.
You have to play this right, Rocky. You have to.“Because I can help you.”
“Careful, Diamond,” he sneers.
I should back away.
I don’t.
I breathe him in—sandalwood, weed smoke, and something rich and ruinous. Then I whisper the words that will damn us both.
“Maybe I don’t want to be careful.”
Because even though I came here to dismantle him and take what I deserve… Part of me is starting to wonder what it might feel like to belong to the King himself.
“I don’t mix business and pleasure so if you aren’t one, then you’re the other. And I’m in no mood to fuck around with my business.”
Fire blazes in his eyes, hot enough to burn me where I stand. The control he has over me is intoxicating and addictive.
I want to surrender to him.
But I can’t. This is where I need him.
Too emotional to think straight—to get sloppy and let me in.
“Neither am I,” I breathe.