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I glared up at him.
And he glared right back. “You need to learn control, Camillia.”
“And you’re going to teach it to me by dominating me?”
“Yes.”
I huffed a humorless laugh. “Okay.” Again I almost crossed my arms but couldn’t, which just… just pissed me off. “How?” I demanded.
“By making you fight me, my queen,” he murmured, his lips curving upward in a taunting smile.
Then he kissed me before I could reply, his tongue invading my mouth in a quest for dominance that left me winded and a little dizzy.
Becausefuck,I wasn’t expecting that. But I probably should have been after all this touching.
Except he said he wasn’t going to fuck me.
Gods, this male is maddening.
But so were the mingled feelings inside me. Fear mixed with yearning. Anger mixed with intrinsic need.A hatred that was never really hatred… but lust in disguise.
I wrapped my arms around him, my nails digging into him for an entirely different reason now. Because I wanted to climb up his big body and plaster myself to his exquisite form.
Except his hands went to my hips to hold me against the wall as his mouth continued to own mine.
Taunting me,I realized.Trapping me beneath his power, his form, his very being.
Because he wanted me tofight.
I had no idea what brought this on, how he’d anticipated my panic before it’d truly begun, but I didn’t care.
All I wanted to do was annihilate him with my touch, bring him to his knees with my mouth, and prove that I really was a queen. One who was not only compatible with him but also capable of battling him where it counted.
His teeth skimmed my lower lip, a hum of approval seeming to emanate from his chest. “I enjoy you like this,” he told me. “All feisty and pissed off.”
“I don’t even know why I’m mad,” I admitted. “But I am.”
“Because I yanked you out of a downward spiral,” he returned, his mouth against mine. “If you worry about how deep Vivaxia can go into your mind, you’ll basically pave a path for her to follow to your innermost thoughts. Instead, you need to locate that link inside you and use it to your advantage. But you’ll need training on how to do that.”
I stilled, his words bringing back my concerns. “But what if she’s already?—”
“Shh,” he hushed. “If she’s already done it, then it’s too late to stop her. So let’s not invite her in and instead find a way to push her out.”
My head spun. “How?” I demanded. “How do I shove her out?”
“That’s the question, isn’t it?” he murmured, his nose brushing mine in a tender movement that contradicted therough way he’d handled me. “It’s a puzzle we’ll solve together, but you’re going to have to trust me, Camillia. Do you think you can do that? Can you trust me?”
I gazed into his eyes, the answer coming to me without hesitation. “Yes.” Because I already did.
It was insane. And maybe even borderline suicidal.
But I trusted this infuriating male. This Hell Fae King.
With all my heart and soul…“I trust you, Typhos Lucifer.”
“Then let’s begin, Camillia De la Croix…”
CHAPTER 29
