Page 110 of Psycho Pack

We're too close now, the air between us charged with possibility. I can see the moment his control starts to crack, desire darkening his hazel eyes.

"We can't," he breathes, but he doesn't pull away.

"Why not?"

"Because you're the prince."

"I don't want to be."

His free hand comes up to cup my face, thumb brushing over my cheekbone. I freeze at his touch even though I'm the one who pulled his scarf down. Then he surges forward, crushing his mouth to mine.

The kiss is desperate, hungry, years of unspoken longing poured into a single point of contact. I grip his shoulders, pulling him closer as his tongue sweeps into my mouth.

His lips are impossibly soft against mine, nothing like I imagined during all those stolen glances and lingering touches. I melt into the kiss, my fingers tangling in his dark hair as he pulls me closer. The scent of jasmine mingles with his own warm, spicy fragrance, making my head spin.

We shouldn't be doing this.

Can'tbe doing this.

But I've wanted it for so long.

A soft growl escapes me as his teeth graze my lower lip. The sound seems to break something loose in him. His grip tightens, one hand sliding up to cup the back of my neck while the other settles possessively on my hip. The touch sends electricity through my veins.

"Hamsa," he breathes against my mouth. The way he says my name, rough with need, makes me shiver. "We have to stop."

But he doesn't pull away. Instead, his lips trail along my jaw, down the column of my throat. I tilt my head back, giving him better access. My pulse thunders beneath his mouth.

"Why?" I manage, though my voice comes out embarrassingly breathless. "Why do we have to stop?"

He nips at my throat, drawing a gasp from me. "Because you're a prince," he murmurs against my skin. "Alphas don't do this. It would be a scandal like the royal family has never seen before. Your father--"

"I don't care." My fingers dig into his shoulders as he finds a particularly sensitive spot. "Fuck my father."

And right now, Idon'tcare.

I should.

But I don't.

His laugh is dark. "That's why you're so dangerous." He pulls back just enough to meet my gaze, and the hunger I see in his eyes makes my breath catch. "You make me want impossible things."

The golden ibis brooch on his shirt catches the dying sunlight, drawing my attention for just a moment. Something glints within its eye. Something that shouldn't be there.

My heart stops.

A lens.

He's recording this?

Terror claws up my throat, choking me.

"Adiir…" I choke out.

He pauses and glances down at his pin, following my gaze. "You always were observant," he says quietly, sounding almost disappointed as he reaches up and caresses our goddess's gilded wing.

"You betrayed me," I whisper.

How could he?