Page 51 of The Death King

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Page 51 of The Death King

“You’re just never going to take responsibility for the trauma you’ve inflicted on this land.”

“I don’t care what I’ve done to this land or your people, just as no one cares what’s been done to me and mine.” His eyes flashed with harshness, the soot from his burned soul visible in his gaze. “Accept my offer.”

I had so many questions, but I knew those questions would never get answers. Like a champion poker player, he would never show his hand. But I wanted to be free of this king, be free of his rule once and for all. Once I had my own dragon and skills with the blade, I would be able to flee.

And he wouldn’t be able to stop me.

By the time I finished my food, it was cold. I polished off the wine, having my own bottle on my side of the table. I felt a numbness in my fingertips and my toes, and it wasn’t until after I’d drunk too much that I realized just how much I’d had. Perhaps that was why he’d had his servant place an entire bottle in front of me.

He’d finished his dinner before I did and spent the rest of his time staring at me. A word hadn’t been spoken since we’d come to our agreement. He seemed to prefer the silence to conversation, or perhaps he just understood I was unreceptive to questions about my life and my past.

“Well…thanks for dinner.” I left the dining table and headed into the sitting room where his bedchambers began.

His footsteps were audible behind me.

I glanced across the room into the open doorway of his bedroom, the made bed visible from where I stood. As if I hadn’t seen it, I turned to the entryway and prepared to depart.

But then his hard chest obstructed my view as he stepped in front of me—blocking my path to freedom.

My eyes were glued to his broad body for a second, the strength in his distinguished pecs impossible to miss. The lines that separated his muscles were so dark because they went so deep. The fire behind me cast the light on his skin perfectly, his muscles like mountains with shadows trailing behind.

I forced my chin up and pretended not to notice the details that shouldn’t have caught my eye in the first place. General Titan was thicker and bulkier than Talon, but not once had I looked at him the way I’d just looked at Talon. I never felt a hint of a desire, not even a whisper of it, just deep-seated rage.

Talon’s eyes were dark but burned with fire at the same time. He seemed to have caught the thoughts I tried so hard to hide because I noticed a newfound confidence to his stare. With his arms by his sides, his trousers low on his hips, he stared at me with a dipped chin, burning me with the heat of his gaze.

“You’re going to force me to spend the night?” I was determined to leave those bedchambers and return to my empty bedroom. I was determined to forget the warmth that filled my body at his flattery. I was determined to dismiss the way he made me feel…desirable. This man was my enemy, no matter how handsome and articulate he may be.

“I’m only suggesting.”

I took a step to move around him.

He stepped in my way.

“Feels like more than suggesting.” I stepped back and glanced at the door behind him.

“Look me in the eye and tell me you haven’t stared at my bed more than you should have.”

Embarrassment shot through me, and I prayed it didn’t reflect on my face. Tinted cheeks would show the hand I would give my life to hide.

“And I’ll let you pass.”

My eyes were locked on his, and I felt weak, unable to do anything, even though all I had to do was say the magic words.

“Tell me you haven’t pictured yourself on your back on those sheets. My hips between your thighs. My mouth where my fingers have been. Feeling an explosion better than the last.”

I didn’t even understand what that meant…his mouth where his fingers had been. But I kept a straight face and pretended not to wonder. I looked to his other side and tried to step around him.

He blocked my path once again. “Tell me—and I’ll let you pass.”

“I haven’t thought about any of those things,” I snapped because I wanted his interrogation to end, to escape the tension and the suffocation. We’d been alone together in my bedroom, but this felt far more intimate, and I didn’t know why. I guessed it was because it was in his chambers…or because this was the most receptive I’d ever been. “Now, let me go.”

He continued to block my path as his eyes shifted back and forth between mine, peering into the depths of my gaze like there was an open diary lying at the bottom. Instead of stepping backward or sideways, he stepped closer. “Liar.”

“Fuck you, I’m not a liar?—”

He swooped down on me like a dragon from the sky, his hand sliding into my hair and cupping the back of my neck to ready my mouth for his kiss. His mouth planted firmly against mine and forced my lips apart to accept his aggressive embrace. He got a hold of my upper lip and caressed it before he tilted his head and kissed me again, keeping me close with his hand at the nape of my neck.

My eyes closed in reaction, and I felt my mouth respond to his automatically, just as it had when I was half asleep, like it was the most natural thing in the world, even though I’d never kissed a man before. General Titan had tried to kiss me, but I’d bitten him until he bled. After that, he never tried again.




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