Page 11 of Gemini Kings
I scream with rage—a scream edged in the deep bronze echo of the lightning voice.
Fuck.
That right there’s my power rising.
The desk lamp sparks and the bulb bursts. Xiao’s panicked gaze veers toward it. So I seize my moment, twist sideways, and launch into the air, my dominant foot shooting out in a flying sidekick.
Since he’s bending for his gun, my kick catches him square in the chest.
He flies back with anoof!and slides on his ass across my dad’s massive desk, knocking the broken lamp to the floor with a crash.
Xiao’s still scrambling to unholster his heat when I shove between his sprawled legs, knock aside his left hook, push him flat on his back across the desk, and grab a fistful of his balls.
Wisely, he freezes, all sprawled across the desk, hair falling in his eyes and chest heaving. Our gazes lock, me looming over him between his spread thighs, forearm planted on his chest to hold him down, his entire sexual future cupped in the palm of my hand.
“Shit,” he whispers.
His lids drop and his eyes smolder.
Under my touch, his heartbeat quickens. A fraught silence stretches between us, heavy with all the things we’re not saying.
Then he flexes his hips, ever so slightly, and pushes into my grip.
Because, yeah, Xiao does have a major submissive streak. And guess who just flipped his switch?
He’s mine right now if I want him.
But I don’t.
Halleluia. I really am over him.
“Don’t even think about it,bello,” I snarl. “And don’t fucking tempt me, or I’ll rip your balls off.”
“Okay.” His eyes roam over my catsuit and linger on my scowling lips. “So what comes next,bambina?” His voice drops and thickens. “You or me?”
Yeah, no. Not happening.
Not even a little bit.
I square my stance in my platform boots and pretend not to notice how hard he’s getting under my hand. “Take off the medallion.”
“What?” He blinks, and some of the heat cools in his eyes. “Why?”
“Cuz I wanna hold it.” I smile sweetly and tighten my grip until he hisses. “Give it to me.”
In a tick, his face goes hard and wary. “No.”
A trickle of fear runs through him like an electric current. Under my grip, he practically vibrates. That shit feels genuine, which is surprising.
But also gratifying. Because I’m not exactly listening to my own better angels tonight either.
Who knew revenge would feel so satisfying?
“Oh, you think I’masking?” I tilt my head and give my ex a wicked grin. “Let me put it this way. Give it to me or I’ll take it. Your choice.”
Desperation surfaces in his face, and I lap that shit up like a cat laps cream. “Look, Zara, I know it’s a payback thing, I get it, okay? I get that you’re pissed—”
Right when he’s getting going with the begging part of tonight’s performance, the blip of the door unlocking interrupts this beautiful moment. I’m already mainlining adrenaline like it’s oxygen and I need that shit to breathe. Now my pulse shoots through the roof and the hair lifts off my shoulders in the psychic voltage that lights me up.
