Page 17 of Endgame
“Your parents,” I hiss, my free hand curling around her neck. I give it a squeeze, getting off on her gasp. On the fear spilling from her blue eyes. “Are not my friends.Youare not my friend.”
“But the Royalty?—”
“Fuck the Royalty.”
My growl matches the violence vibrating through me. With my hand firm around her neck, I push her harder against the wall.
My thumb grazes over soft skin until…
There it is. Her pulse, fluttering beneath my thumb.
This little trapped and terrified butterfly.
Getting what she deserves. Like her parents do.
“You’re so scared of me.” I’m close enough to kiss her. “Aren’t you?”
“Fuck you, you psycho on a power trip.” Her hand rises to slap me.
“I’m not on a power trip.” I let go of the wall, wrestling both her wrists in one of my much larger hands. The only reason I release her throat is to slam both her arms over her head. “I am power.”
We both breathe hard. I get off on the sight of my fingers as they wrap around her throat again.
Once she’s mine, I’ll make sure she always walks around with a collar. Her wedding band will remind her of who she belongs to. The collar will serve a whole other purpose.
I give her a sense of what’s coming by grinding my hips into her. It’s so she’ll fear me. I want her to feel how big my cock is, to imagine how it’ll split her in half.
“What do you want?” Though her voice is gravelly, her attitude lingers.
She’s talking down to me, as if I’m the one who owes her something.
Ridiculous.
More ridiculous is the way I can’t look away if I wanted to.
I give her throat another squeeze, instantly relieved by the sound of Aurora’s whimper.
“What gives you the impression that you get to make demands?”
“You can’t do this.” She swallows, her throat bobbing beneath my palm. “I know my rights.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, princess. Starting today, you don’t have any.”
The tension between us is all wrong. It’s not the hatred I expected.
It’s something darker, hungrier.
A rush.
I hate that I’m heady with it.
My teeth gnash from the pressure forming in my head.
I chalk it off to the metaphorical mountain air I’m breathing in. I’m right there, at the peak. The pinnacle of my life’s goals.
“I do!”
She’s a feisty one. Breaking her down will be that much more fulfilling.
