Page 152 of The Forbidden Dragon King
I see Hadrian under the skin.
“Don’t play coy now, you fucking flirt.” Quintus shakes me. “You were practically rubbing yourself off on my knee. I know what bitches like you need.”
He tugs on a gossamer thin iron chain, which hangs from my wing.
I gasp in pain.
“Does that hurt, sweetheart?” Quintus asks with mock concern, stroking my feathers.
I grit my teeth at the invasive touch. “Aye.”
When he tugs harder on the chain, I bite down on a scream.
“Good.” Quintus’ eyes gleam. “Kneel.”
So predictable.
What is it with these dragons and getting off on seeing me on my knees?
If any of them think that it diminishes me to kneel for my people or those who I love, then they’re wrong.
I stop myself from rolling my eyes, dropping elegantly to my knees.
For once, I’m glad that my vision is blurred and I can’t see what I know must be a leer on Quintus’ face, as I glance up at him seductively through my eyelashes.
“Good pet.” Quintus brushes his fingers along my sharp cheekbone. “Your skin is so soft, but your eyes…so hard. You’re playing the part, but underneath, you hate me.”
“What gave me away?”
I brace for the hit, but instead, Quintus only grins. “It is so much better when they hate you. The defiance. The hate in their eyes that sparks, until it slowly fades into despair, and finally,defeat. I’m going to delight in seeing your hate transformed to defeat tonight, sweetheart.”
He says it as tenderly as a caress.
My mouth tastes like ash. “That sounds like hard work. I can be defeated more easily lying on my back.”
I wink, slinking to my feet.
I know how well my white outfit clings to every plane of my body, gliding like water down my strong shoulders and tight arse. Quintus will be watching every step that I make toward the elaborate bronze bed with a headrest, which is inlaid with mother of pearl.
I lie back on the soft mattress with its ivory silk bedding, stretching my arms above myself and offering my body in a way that the instructors from the Courtesan Guild have taught me.
I know how appealing I look. I can lure most people with a glance.
Quintus’ breath catches. Then he clatters over the marble flooring, climbing onto the bed and straddling me.
He’s breathing fast.
I struggle to lie still and not react.
These dragons would fuck me in every way. I’ll fuck them right back.
Quintus thinks that he’s lying in bed with a pet and not an assassin.
It’ll be the last mistake that he makes.
He reaches out, nervous for the first time, as if only just realizing that he truly has fae royalty in his bed, tracing the scars on my shoulder.
I stiffen.
