Page 122 of Filthy Royal

His scowl deepened. “Answer me.”

“I-I don’t remember.” She’d been entertaining the elites before Damien showed up, and an omega didn’t eat at such things; she served others, sparkled, and flitted around, ensuring the needs of every Alpha in attendance were satisfied. Prior to that, there’d been arrangements to make for the tournament, time spent with the omega prizes, and the fitful sleep that had claimed her after following Darvish’s orders.

She shook her head, trying to clear it. “I’m not sure.”

“Think harder.”

Her mouth was so dry it took her a moment to get her tongue working, but she hoped she sounded suitably disdainful when she finally answered. “I don’t recall being fed anything while imprisoned in your little welcome cell.”

His sigh was long and low. As if it were her fault that he had to deal with this. “No wonder you look pale as hells.”

Great for an omega’s ego.

“You”—his hand landed at her collarbone, gently pinning her to the wall behind while his other hand rummaged in the pocket of his cloak— “stay right there.”

Her glare deepened.

She hated how easily he pushed her around. Except, a traitorous voice whispered, she hadn’t hated it so much when he’d done it while fucking her with his tongue.

Hells. She wasn’t meant to be thinking of that.

“Eat.” Something dark that scented of chalk loomed in front of her face.

She sniffed it distrustfully.

The chalky square pressed up against her lips. “You’ll eat this now, Scarlett, or I’ll turn on that taming chain and work you up until you’re moaning and begging me to put anything I want in that stubborn mouth of yours, and I will. I’ll feed you my cock. After I ensure you eat every last bite of this energy bar.”

She snarled at him. “So quick to hurl your threats. I was just trying to figure out what it was.”

“Well, now you know. It’s a ration bar, and you’re about to stop wasting my time and eat it.”

Had he always been such an Alphahole? Probably. But he’d liked her before, so he’d directed it at others. It was a lot less pleasant to have the full force of his personality now aimed at her.

However, she was no longer some cowed little prize. “Yes, thank you. Now that I know, I’d frankly like to eat it. After all, without energy, how can I eventually kick your ass and get away from you?”

She’d hoped to piss him off. She hadn’t expected a flash of amusement. It knocked her off balance, reminding her too much of the old Damien, but she recovered fast.

“What I’d like to know, oh great Enforcer, is how you expect me to eat it with no hands?” She wiggled her fingers, still latched to her throat, and raised an eyebrow.

“Watch the smart mouth.” Amusement successfully removed; he glowered down at her. “You don’t need your hands. You’ve got me.”

Scarlett opened her mouth to protest.

“Not up for debate.” He shoved the end of the bar in her mouth, giving her no choice but to bite down or gag.

Imagining it was something altogether different, she chomped down, and saw another flash of the playful amusement that had made her fall for Damien in the first place. He knew exactly what she was thinking of biting, and found it funny.

Cursing herself, cursing him, she chewed slowly. The chalky taste was as unappealing as she’d imagined, but the instant energy boost when she swallowed was wonderful.

She opened her mouth for more.

“Good girl.”

Her clit reawakened and throbbed, every cell suddenly tingling to attention as her gaze locked with his.

Damien slid the bar between her lips.

She pressed her thighs together; afraid she might combust on the spot.

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