Page 80 of Kingdom of Crowns and Daggers

Her fist connects with my face as we land on the floor, both of us in a crouch. Lifting my hand, I prod at my split lip as she smiles, and then I move again. I sweep my leg out, but she jumps over it, her fists coming up once more. I block them, and my elbow hits her side, sending her stumbling back a step. She rights herself quickly, sliding a dagger free from her dress and chasing me with it. Every swipe is intended to wound, but I twist and turn to avoid each blow, and finally, I see my chance. Grabbing her wrist, I spin and pull her arm behind her, watching the dagger fall, and then I shove her away.

Her headdress tilts as she climbs to her feet. Blowing a few strands of loose hair from her face, she rips the headdress off, letting it hit the floor with a soft thump. She raises her fists again and gestures for me to come at her.

She flies at me, her anger taking hold, and I catch her midair, turning with her momentum. I fling her so she sails across the room, hitting a wooden table on the other side.

She rolls across the table from the force but lands on her feet on the other side, grabbing a decorative vase before throwing it at me. I lift my arm at the last second, blocking it, then I leap over the table, but she’s already sliding under it and out the other side, her dress flowing behind her. I stomp down on the train, jerking her back.

“Crux,” she snaps.

Smirking, I slide my foot backward, and I hear the telltale sound of her dress ripping.

She turns, her eyes narrowed. “You fucking prick, you ripped my dress.”

“Sorry, Princess,” I mock, but I have no time to carry on because she flips across the table, grabs the ruined fabric, and wraps it around my neck. My hands come up automatically to stop it from snapping my neck as she climbs up the bookcase behind me, yanking me until my feet kick inches above the floor.

My lungs scream as I struggle, my fingers fighting to get between my neck and the material before I give up. I lower my hands so I can grip a dagger, then I lift it and slide the blade across my neck, cutting myself in the process. I hit the floor with a gasp for air as I lift my watering eyes to see her wrapping the material around her fists, stretching it between them.

Surging to my feet, I slash out with the dagger, but she dances back as I try to hit her, only to wrap the stretched material around my hand and yank it to the side, sending the dagger spiralling away.

“You really want to do this?” I murmur, lowering my head.

“You started it, so I’m just finishing it,” she snaps. “You jealous bastard.”

“Oh yeah, Princess, I’m jealous as hell.” This time when I hit her, I tackle her to the floor. Her fists come up, hitting my sides, but I ignore them, and instead I press my lips to hers. She pummels my sides, wrapping her legs around mine as she tries to flip us, but I pin her down and kiss her until I taste blood.

She continues to fight, her legs wrapping around my head before she rolls us, pressing me to the ground. “Seriously. You try to kill the king and then you fight me just to kiss me?” she says, pressing her arm across my throat. “You stupid, overgrown?—”

Her words end in a yelp as I buck and twist, catching her as she falls and pinning her once more. I capture her fist when it heads towards my face, and then I slam it back into the ground, doing the same with her other. She writhes beneath me, her eyes flaming with anger and her lips tight.

“Finished?” I smirk.

“I’m going to beat you,” she snaps, still fighting beneath me.

“I love fighting you. It gets me all hot.” I press my hips to her so she can feel the proof. She freezes, fury dancing in her gaze along with desire. “I’m betting you like it too, right, Alyx? If I ripped up your pretty fucking dress, I’d find you wet underneath. Despite all these jewels and the act you put on, you want to be thrown around and pinned.”

“No, I fucking don’t. Get off me,” she snaps, trying to shove me away.

“No? Let me prove you’re a liar.” Holding one of her hands in mine, I slide the other down and pull her dress up before I press it to her pussy, feeling how hot and wet she is. Her nostrils flare as she continues to fight. Stroking across her heat, I lift my fingers into the air to show her they are glistening. “Such a liar, Alyx.”

“I hate you,” she retorts, looking away.

“No, you don’t,” I murmur as I press my hand against her pussy again. “Shall I prove that wrong too?”

“Get off me,” she snaps, turning her head to face me, but her eyes are filled with heat.

“We both know you don’t want that.” I pet her pussy until she groans, making me laugh.

“So stubborn,” I comment, but she kicks me free, jumps to her feet, and storms to the door.

I can’t let her leave.

I chase after her, smacking her into the wood as I lift her dress and thrust my fingers into her tight channel.

Her cry is muffled by the wood, but I hear it. I can’t contain my smile as her pretty cunt clenches around my fingers. “Now stop being a brat, Alyx, and play with me.” I lick the shell of her ear then bite down until she cries out, gushing around my fingers. “We both know you want to. We both know you love us fighting and love us making up even more. I’m tired of only tasting what’s mine. I want all of it, and I’m going to have it right here in the palace with your jewels on. Are you going to try to keep running, or are you going to meet me head-on like you always do?” There’s a moment of hesitation after my words, and I worry I pushed her too far. Suddenly, her elbow swings back, knocking me away, and she turns.

“You want to fuck me, Crux?” She tilts her head to the side, her eyes running down my body possessively. “Then come and get me.”

I lunge towards her, gripping her hips and hoisting her up the door as she gasps, her eyes widening. “Hold the edge,” I order.

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