Page 113 of Rejected By the Shifter King
“Or perhaps you’re just playing hard to get?”
Grrr.
I know what he’s doing and I’m not letting him win.
All I need to do is just get back to my room, andL’Alliancerules forbid him to enter without my express permission.
That’s the one thing that kept me from crying last night. I kept myself busy memorizing all the rules of this place, knowing that I can’t afford to lower my guard against the great Hexius Mercier.
So just keep moving, Sam.
Just a few steps more.
Just one last—
Noooo!
Because the next thing I know, he’s opened the door to the roombeforemine, and we’re suddenly inside it, the door’s closed, andaaaah!
It’s the worst case of déjà vü ever, to find myself once again trapped between the wall and his big, hard body, my wrists locked over my head, and all my senses taken captive by the throbbing heat of his presence.
Crap, crap, crap.
And when I reluctantly lift my gaze to his—
I’m doomed, like for real.
Because I know just by looking at him that I’m not the only one who’s made it their business to familiarize themselves with all the rules ofL’Alliance.
“I didn’t cheat on you, Samira.”
“You don’t have to. I already know—”
“You know nothing.”
“I know enough!”
“You don’t—”
“I know you love her still!”
“How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t love her?”
“You can say it again and again—”
His gorgeous face hardens, but I’m too lost in my pain to figure out why this matters.
“But nothing you say will matter because it’s over,” I cry out. “I will never—”
“Enough.”
His lips slam down on mine, andno, oh no.
Because it is exactly what he says.
His kissisenough to destroy my struggles.
Nooooooo.
