Page 62 of Shattered Reflections

He yawned and walked back over to me, pushing my arms down. I wiggled, trying to free my hands, unsure what he was doing now.

He grumbled, “Sit still, woman. You’re already a lumpy ass pillow so behave.”

I was flabbergasted. This man, this insane man…no, this insane killer was using me as a fucking pillow?

I was unable to voice my shock because I was stunned at his audacity. Even more so when his soft snores drifted up to my ears minutes later.

Unbelievable.

Eyeing the exit, I raised my body.

His hand shot out and flicked me on the nose. “Now, now, Little Shadow. I am too fucking tired. Go to sleep. You can run from me tomorrow.”

Blinking and rubbing my nose, feeling like a scolded puppy, I tried to push him off of me. But no matter how hard I pushed, he remained with his head on my lap and his arms firmly wrapped around my thighs.

“Fuck you, lard ass,” I huffed, straining some more to get him off my leg.

He chuckled. His hot breath hit my clit, which made me jolt.

“Later, Little Shadow. Right now fucking eat an apple already and sleep.”

Grumbling and knowing I was in no way getting up, I laid back and closed my eyes. The next thing I knew, I felt my eyes drifting shut.

I woke up and saw the big scary psycho sleeping soundly, curled up like a giant teddy bear on my thighs. He looked almost innocent when he slept.

Intrigued at this sleeping prince, I ran my fingertips over his strong jaw, his skin so soft and not at all matching the insane killer he was. He sighed in dreamy bliss, snuggling closer to me. I eyed my boot. Knowing damn well my dagger was in it.

I needed this infuriating man out of my way. He would forever stop me from getting to his sister, and I had to. She was the leader. The fucking queen. All this time I expected a man to be at the wheel, but I should have known the evil queen would be the ultimate contender.

Carefully, I reached into my boot, using my fingertips to feel for the handle.

Lucius stole my dagger and I was left with the stupid metal blade that didn’t do much damage, but if I was quick enough I just needed one good slice.

Holding the knife above my head, poised over the sleeping prince beneath me, I hesitated…

Why did I hesitate?

Closing my eyes to center myself, I took a deep breath and began counting.

One…

Two…

I felt myself being slammed down onto the ground, my knife thrown away from my grip. Opening my eyes, I saw Lucius.

Surprised, angry, and something else…

“Well, if you wanted to play dirty, you only had to ask,” he said, holding my wrists above my head and locking my pelvis down with his own.

Calculated mischief played on his features. Reaching down into his own boot, he pulled my dagger out from the sole. He twirled it in my face, taunting me.

“You want to play with knives?” His voice was raspy from sex and sleep. “Let’s play.”

Before I could protest, he took the dagger and sliced my shirt in two. The two sides fell apart, sliding down my sides. My breasts puckered up, teased by the cool air.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said in awe.

The comment stunned me.

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