Page 85 of The Dawn of the Cursed Queen

I expected him to scold me, if only a little, but he just lifted his shoulders. The corners of his mouth turned down as one of the guards barked out a command, and the caravan lurched.

“I expected as much. I assume you saved a few to make the antidote?”

“No, I killed them all. I only saved Miska.”

That vein on his forehead throbbed as his brows drew together. “That was a large city, Dianna.”

“Full of poison makers under Nismera’s rule, Samkiel,” I said, matching his tone.

He pinched my ass hard enough to make me yelp, and I sat up slightly.

“I cannot leave you unattended for a second.”

“Absolutely not.” I smirked back.

He took a deep breath as I settled back in his lap. “We can figure the rest out together, but we will do it together, all right? No more secrets.”

No more secrets, as if I weren’t hiding the largest one. I was truly the worst of the worst, yet I smiled back at him, digging myself into an even deeper hole. Unable to rip that one truth from my throat.

“Or secret alliances,” I added.

He only smiled. “Or secret alliances without discussing it first.”

“I accept your terms, my king,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck once more, my breasts pressing against his front.

“Don’t call me that here,” he said, smiling against my lips.

“Why?” I kissed him.

“You know why,” he grumbled as the caravan hit another bump in the road.

“I remember the first time I called you that. You glared daggers at me for it.”

His chuckle was soft but heated. “That’s because, at the time, I did not like what it did to me when you said it. We did not get along then.”

“Oh, yeah?” I grinned against his lips, rocking ever so slightly against him. “What does it do to you, my king?”

He groaned, and I felt exactly what it did to him. A wicked laugh left my lips before I pressed them to his again.

“You’re going to get us caught.” He nipped at my lips.

“I know, right?” I rubbed myself on him, a slow, harsh grind that made him grip my hips even tighter. “Isn’t it fun?”

“You’re a very dangerous woman,” he all but growled.

“I know. It keeps me awake at night.” I smiled, placing a kiss on his cheek, then at his temple, then his nose.

“We . . . umm . . . need to discuss.” His forehead pressed to mine, and his hands flexed on my hips. He stifled a groan when I ground my heat against him, savoring the throb of his cock. “The . . . plan.”

His words stuttered on a groan, and I couldn’t help my wicked smile as I moved a fraction harder against him. I loved him unhinged, on the verge of losing control. I loved it when that tough layer melted away, and he let himself off the chain. I loved how I was the one who caused it, and it only made me want to do it more.

“You’re my only plan.”

Samkiel groaned. “I can’t think when you say things like that.”

“Good.” I fit my body against his and slid my tongue against his lower lip before nipping it. “No thinking.”

“Always.” Samkiel’s hands slid down my back and gripped my hips, his mouth claiming mine. I moved against him, and he deepened the kiss. His cock hardened, thick and throbbing against me. He tried to be quiet, but I hoped his soft, little whimpers could be mistaken for the bumps we rode over. Gods, did we both love the rough road. Every rock and dip sent another burst of pleasure through us both. I was having so much fun making him squirm beneath me.

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