Page 105 of Their Pretty Little Monster

Swallowing loudly, she raises her chin. “I’m putting distance between us. That’s not running,” she argues.

I adore the way she’s fooling no one. Except, she’s out of arm’s reach, so she’s too fucking far from me.

“Anyway, you’re not answering my question,” she continues.

“I will show you what I mean by being animalistic. It’s the only way you’ll really understand.”

She narrows her gaze at me, coaxing a laugh out of me.

“And I’m a human who wants information before anything happens.”

“Half-human,” I remind her. “You are more Shadowfen than you are an earthling.”

Her shoulders stiffen, head high, and those nipples pebble, teasing me.

“You still fight your true nature? Just like you fight me.”

“Maybe my body doesn’t know what it really wants.”

“You’re beautiful and smart but wrong in this instance. Your body knows exactly what it craves—me.” I chuckle at her deluding herself. My thoughts drown on grabbing her and burying myself in her, fucking her in every damn position, slamming into her until she admits her true feelings for me.

Watching me closely, she might have picked up on my savage intentions from the growl in my throat with her intense stare.

“You’re wrong.” She squares her shoulders.

I love her fire.

She glances over to the bathroom door, which is closer than the exit, which sits behind me.

“What’s my prize once I catch you?” I ask, my voice a velvet whisper as I can predict her next move.

“Thinking of claiming your prize already?” she taunts. “Maybe I should start thinking about what I’ll claim when I win.”

I’m barking a laugh. “Enlighten me.”

She springs off the bed, but I’m faster… so much faster. I lunge across the bed after her, arms snatching her around the waist. Knees digging into the mattress, I resist the forward momentum and swing her back onto the bed with me.

She cries out, writhing against me.

We fall into a heap, her body bouncing against mine. I can’t get enough of how soft she feels, how sweet she smells.

She’s on her back, and I quickly roll half onto her, one leg draped over her hips, holding her in place, inhaling her slick and honeyed scent.

Gasping for air, she manages, “Get off me.”

That glare on her face is everything to me. I’ve always dreamed of having a mate who pushed me, challenged me, fought me.

My little princess. She’s my fucking world.

“Should I be insulted that you keep trying to escape?” I murmur, staring down at her as I slide hair off her face.

She’s breathing heavily, those full lips parting, and she purrs, her chest pushing up against mine.

“I hate that my body craves you so much that I have no control.”

I stroke her cheek, and she places her hand on mine, but she’s not pushing me away.

“Mine’s the same,” I explain. “But I’ve long given in to my desires.”

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