Page 19 of Paper Thin Love

His eyes narrow before widening to examine me closely. It’s then that I notice the exquisite and distinctive beauty of the monster’s eyes. Blue and hazel combined, two distinct forces vying for dominance. The hazel around his pupil creates a warm and welcoming appearance, but the blue encircling it traps and cages it, prompting you to reflect and step back. The blue deepens, causing my adrenaline pump wildly, like rain falling from the sky, cleansing you.

“I think it means you’re important to him.”

“I’ve never met your father.”

His nostrils flare.“But you know who he is.”

“You’re aKing.” I snort. My deep inhale reminds me of his hand still around my neck.“Of course, I heard the whispers that a King was coming to attend Silverstone.”

That makes him smile.

“Yet you fought me,” he casually notes. Meanwhile, I feel like I’m on the stand and about to be sentenced to life without parole.

I shrug.Do it, take control. Try!I reach up and wrap my cold hands around his hand on my throat. Those hostile eyes watch my fingers grasp his. He flinches, like he’s never been touched tenderly before.

His tongue run over his teeth, unsure if he’s going to rip into my jugular for touching him.“Why did you fight back?”

“That’s a good question.”

“So answer it.” He challenges me.

I slip my fingers under his hand breaking his contact with my neck.“Because you’re notmyking,” I reply as confidently as I can. I wish I sounded colder, more soulless. Instead, I fear I sound like a telemarketer trying to beg for a moment of his time.

He weighs my reply, then grins slowly. Predatory.

“Who is?” His fingers loosen, but instead of releasing me, his hand glides up my neck to my jaw, cupping it like a custom-made frame for a precious photo.It’s almost like a caress. My legs clench as a need enters my core. I know he can feel the heat radiating through my cheeks.

Why does his touch feel so… good? Pleasurable. Because I’mlettinghim do this. I could fight him, but I’m not. I don’t know why. It’s different from others controlling me.

Everyone who touches me seems to want something. Mr.Leblanc wants my performance as a dancer. Jared wants my heart. What does Dash King want from me?

His thumb tugs on my bottom lip, parting my mouth. I almost moan from the sensation, my body leaning closer.

What am I doing?

Feeling something other than pain.

“Answer me.” He leans closer. This close, he loses some of the predatory look. Instead, his masculine, chiseled features appear more ethereal.

Am I turned on? Am I so scared that I’m no longer able to discern sanity from insanity?

Yes!

I have no king, no loyalty to anyone. Being loyal means you're willing to fight to the death. I haven't fought at all. I just accept.“No one,” I reply honestly.

Then he kisses me!

Chapter 7

Mila

He’s kissing me!

Thump! My heart’s still beating; I thought it died from confusion and bliss.

My eyes snap open; I need to see if this is real. His eyes are closed, completely trusting and confident. In this state, he doesn’t look as intimidating. My lips part further as his breath mingles and dances with mine.

And it feels… maybe it’s the shock that makes it feel like I grabbed a live wire, like my heart has stopped and is being jolted repeatedly.

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