Page 47 of Malevolent King

His tongue pushed inside my mouth, and he pressed more firmly against me. One hand wound into my hair and tugged my head ruthlessly to the side, angling it so his tongue could plunge inside the hot cavern of my mouth and stroke mercilessly along mine. He bit my lower lip, sucking on it until heat washed through me. Everything felt heightened. It was like skydiving, where the excitement and fear crashed together to make a new feeling of pure exhilaration. It was like falling, unsure if the parachute on your back would open.

He growled against my lips. “Fuck, you taste perfect, like fucking sunshine and redemption,” he muttered, and left my mouth to work his stubbled lips along my jaw.

My skin flushed, and my nerves prickled with pleasure. It sent me dizzy, the terror and want rising in my body. I wanted to push him away, and I wanted to pull him closer. I was a mess, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t feel judged for it.

His lips closed around my ear, his hot breath shooting over the skin as his teeth nibbled ruthlessly at the lobe. I arched my back, my body taking over, overruling my head.

This man is dangerous. You need to get away.

All the words I knew to be true seemed to come from a distance. His hand fell to my throat again, squeezing lightly, reminding me I was caught in the trap of a dangerous predator and I shouldn’t lose my head. But then it slid down, his palm covering my tit, squeezing it just hard enough to make me bite back a moan.

“Have you ever let another man touch you like this, Sofia?” His deep voice was hypnotic.

That was the only reason I was falling into a trace like this. It had to be.

“Has any other man ever put his unworthy hands on this body?”

“Why?” I gasped as his fingers closed on my nipple and tugged hard.

“Because I’m a list guy. That’s something you’ll come to know about me. It helps to keep me organized. I need to know whose name goes on the list of men I need to kill for daring to touch you.”

I jerked, my eyes flying open. His face was right there, his forehead leaning against mine.

“You really are crazy,” I murmured, cold reality breaking through the fog of virgin want that had clouded my head.

“Yes,” he agreed.

“Did you throw this party on purpose?”

“No, I’m just a huge fan of proms, maybe because I never had my own.” His mocking tone rankled my nerves. He smirked at my expression. “Of course I threw this party for you.Every prom queen needs a party, and it’s only right that I throw it for you.”

A soft snort left my lips. “You’re not my boyfriend.”

Niko’s grin only widened. He laughed, and the sound sent chills down my back.

“Of course I’m not. That’s far too pedestrian a word for what we are. I’m your new owner. You just haven’t realized it yet.”

Those words cleared the fog of lust a little from my head. This was dangerous. This killer had orchestrated this entire event to get me alone, separated from my bodyguard. My father would have a heart attack if he knew.

Both of Nikolai’s hands were on my breasts now, and the insistent tug of his fingers over my nipples had me wanting to arch my back like a cat and rub against him. But reality had crept in.

“I’m leaving,” I whispered.

Niko chuckled. “No, you’re not.”

“I don’t want you.”

He laughed again. “Yes, you do, and that scares you more than anything.”

The knowing gleam in his eyes made me want to slap him. I hated the way he saw right through me. I wished I could rake his eyes out, and I wanted him to kiss me again at the same time.

“It’s okay to be scared and to like it, too. Doesn’t it make you feel alive?”

Yes, it did. That was the most worrying thing of all.

“I’ll scream,” I whispered.

Something dark and twisted flared in Niko’s eyes. “Do you promise?” He chuckled. “No one is coming, Sofia. It’s just us here. You don’t have to pretend to be a good girl. You don’t have to pretend anything with me. I want you just as you are, the real you… the one you hide,” he said, his eyes boring into mine.

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