Page 20 of Emperor of Wrath

His brow furrows. “What, that I give a shit about a friend who’s lying injured in a hospital bed?”

“I was going to say that you have a heart or a conscience. But yeah, that works too.”

He smiles coldly, closing the last half inch between our bodies. His huge, muscled frame pins me against the stone digging into the small of my back as he leers down into my face.

“We’re going to be married, princess. Deal with it. And when you’re my wife, I will expect…”

His eyes slowly drag from mine, down to my lips. Then further. I shiver, feeling the wrath of his gaze as it slides over my neck with his fingers still wrapped around it, then lower, to the plunging cleavage of this stupid dress I’m wearing.

Without a bra.

It’s…a little chilly out.

His lips curl deviously. “Everything that comes with that.”

Something heated fires through my core before I set my chin.

“Go to hell?—”

“Manners.”

“Fuck off.”

“Obedience.”

I try to push him away, but it’s like shoving at a brick wall.

“Eat a bag of dicks?—”

His other hand jerks up, grabbing my chin while the first one keeps its firm grip on my throat.

“And making every part of you mine.”

That fucking fire returns with a vengeance, electrifying my core and making my thighs clench.

“In fact,” Kenzo murmurs quietly, “we may as well start where we left off the last time.”

“Try it and you’ll beg for mercy.”

The fucker chuckles.

“Here’s the thing, Annika. You and your devil-may-care attitude don’t scare me. Because you belong to me now.”

I laugh right in his face. “You think just because of this arrangement?—”

“This arrangement has very little to do with it. Tonight was a trap, you must know that, right?”

He leans closer.

“My trap. To catch you. And I did.”

“Go fuck your?—”

“We’ve already covered that,” he says dryly. “At the end of the day, this is how this is going to play out. You belong to me. All of you.”

I quickly jerk my hand out from between our bodies and shove it into my clutch. I yank out the little switchblade, flicking it open and bringing the edge to his throat.

Kenzo still doesn’t flinch. Or blink. Or even move.

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