Page 47 of The Death King

“And it’s okay that you liked it.”

My eyes shifted away, uncomfortable by the ring of truth to his words.

He didn’t say it with arrogance. Not a hint of gloating.

“I was dead asleep. We do weird things when we’re asleep?—”

“You opened your eyes, looked right at me, and kissed me.” His gaze hardened as his annoyance frothed to the surface. “Asleep or not asleep, it doesn’t matter. I made you come, and you liked it.” He glanced at the bed before he looked at me again. “Imagine what else you would like…”

I looked away again, knowing his obsession for me had only grown after last night.

“Why?”

I refused to look at him.

“Why do you continue to deny me?”

“Why do you continue to want me?” I snapped. “Is it simply because I don’t want you?”

“You do want me—so that’s not the reason.”

“Then why?” I demanded.

A silence so heavy hung across both of us like a curtain. His piercing stare bored into my gaze with the strength of an army. It was quiet for so long, it seemed like he wouldn’t say anything at all. “Khazmuda has grown fond of you.”

“What does that matter?”

“He’s not fond of many people—and neither am I.”

“And that makes you want to fuck me?” I asked incredulously. “Because your dragon thinks I’m cute?”

His eyebrows furrowed slightly in annoyance. “You’re deflecting.”

“I’m not?—”

“Is it because of him?” He stared and stared, waiting for a reaction or a response. “You know a night with me would be totally different.”

I was cornered with no escape. He continued to pry and continued to push. Even when he didn’t speak, his eyes ripped into me.

“I’m missing something.”

“Maybe I just don’t want to fuck you?—”

“You do,” he snapped. “But you won’t, and I don’t know why.”

Because I fucking despise you.

“Tell me why.”

I avoided his stare.

“Calista—”

“Go fuck one of your whores and forget about me.” My arms crossed over my chest, and I waited for him to leave.

His eyes punctured my cheek as he stared, still lounging on the couch, his knees wide apart, his elbow propped on the armrest with his fingers still curled.

“It’s because I know your face…isn’t it?”