Page 30 of Legacy

I moved closer, refusing to heed this raging desire that Avra’s rebelliousness, her defiance, spawned in me.

I stepped forward, setting one foot between her braced ones, our bodies close enough to brush. I resisted this electric tension that consumed me every second she pushed back.

“Spell it out for me,” I ordered.

She leaned up, bringing her lips to my ear.

“Revenge,” she replied.

I reared back, shaking my head. Still holding her wrists, I kept her close as I looked her in the eye. “That was a grave error on your part. I’m not the type of man to be led around by my dick. If that’s what you planned, it won’t happen.”

She yanked her hands free and slapped me. As the stingspread over my skin, I stared down at her, the outrage etched over her features.

“I’m not some whore,” she shot back.

“You’re wrong.” I lurched forward, grabbing her and pinning her to the wall behind her back.

She panted, sheer violence radiating out from her. She lifted her hand, clenching it as if to punch me, but I grabbed it and her other one, trapping them above her head.

“Let me go, you asshole.”

“I’m not an asshole. I’m your husband.”

“Same thing,” she seethed.

“I brought you in here to have the actions and consequences discussion. However, you need a demonstration.”

“Don’t you dare.” Her chest heaved with hard breaths, pushing her breasts against me.

“Dare what? Fuck you? Make you my whore?”

“I said I wasn’t a whore.”

“But you are. You are my whore. My wife. Mine to do with as I please.”

A flush crept up her cheeks, and lust glittered in her eyes, replacing the volcanic rage.

Through clenched teeth, she said, “Keep dreaming, Eli.”

I grinned, liking how she’d shortened my name, something only the few closest to me ever used.

“No dreams needed. It’s reality.” I brought my face a hairsbreadth from hers. “You will submit.”

“No.” She held my gaze, pupils dilating and challenge in her eyes. “Never to a Xenos.”

This back-and-forth sparring aroused her as much as itinfuriated her. Avra wasn’t a woman to allow anyone to dominate her, and now here she was, pinned against a wall with me looming over her.

I lowered one hand, gliding it down the column of her neck, and gripped her throat. “You married a Xenos. That makes you one. It labels you as mine.”

“Never,” she growled, jerking against my hold even though she knew struggling was useless.

I wouldn’t let her go.

“Mine,” I repeated in a dark growl.

She continued to thrash until she accepted there was no freedom for her.

Breathing heavily, she remained quiet, only glaring at me with loathing and volatile hunger.

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