Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 31800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Scarlette loses all color as my words sink in, and the part of me that’s dark, feral, and possessive relishes seeing this. I like to see her helpless like this...mostly because I want her to accept what she should have known from the start.
She. Is. Mine.
“This...” Scarlette starts backing toward the door with a shake of her head. “This is absurd.”
Mine, dammit.
So why is she still trying to deny it?
“You are the one who’s being absurd,” I say coldly. “Which part of what Arav and I have said is not clear enough to you?”
“Everything!”
My lip curls. “And now, you’re being dramatic.”
“Engagements aren’t...it isn’t something you can command!”
“Will you still say that if it were someone else you were being ordered to marry?”
Her eyes widen. “If this is about Vaughn—”
“Say that name again in my presence,” I snarl, “and I swear you’ll—”
“But Vaughn—”
What the fuck?
Jealous rage has me seeing red for a moment.
How dare she challenge and disrespect me like this?
My gaze snaps to Arav. “I need a moment of privacy with my fiancée,” I say tightly. “Will you excuse us?”
“Of course, Your Highness.” Arav’s tone is bland, his face expressionless, but I know he’s already drawing his conclusions about this, and some of it may not be to my liking.
I start moving as soon as Arav turns to leave, and I already have Scarlette trapped against the wall by the door clicks shut behind him.
“S-Sheikh!”
The word slips out in a gasp as my fists slam against the wall on either side of her head. She looks frightened, but I don’t give a damn.
“I warned you, habibti. I would have let you go if you hadn’t fucking pushed me—”
“But I didn’t...I never—”
“Enough.”
I don’t want to hear another word. The more she lies about her feelings for the other man, the more I just fucking hate myself for following in my father’s footsteps, wanting a woman who doesn’t want me in the same way.
“You’re mine, Scarlette,” I growl down at her. “The law has spoken, so deal with it.”
“D-Deal with it?” She tries shoving me off, but her resistance is halfhearted at best, which only whets my desire and feeds me with cruel pleasure. Even now, even furious, she can’t bring herself to truly fight me.
“I am not yours—”
“Shall I show you how untrue those words are?”
Her eyes widen in panic. Good. It’s nice to know she’s still a wise girl...who only happens to have poor taste in men.
But that can be corrected.
“Let me go!”
Starting now.
Instead of releasing her, I cup her face in my hands and crush my mouth to hers. She makes a sound of protest that dies the moment my tongue finds hers. Her hands fist in my shirt—not to push me away, but to pull me closer.
She tastes like desperation and want, and when I bite her lower lip, she moans into my mouth.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” I rasp against her lips.
She doesn’t answer. Can’t answer, because we both know it would be a lie.
My hand slides down her body, over the curve of her breast, the dip of her waist, until I’m bunching her dress up around her hips. Her breathing comes in short pants now, her head thrown back against the wall.
“Lykan,” she gasps, and my name on her lips is like a prayer and a curse all at once.
I slip my hand between her thighs, and she’s already wet for me. So wet it makes my vision blur with need.
“This is what your body thinks about belonging to me...” My fingers tease her flesh, which have already turned the scrap of fabric covering her womanhood soaking wet. “This is what honesty looks like, habibti.”
She shakes her head even as she whimpers, her mind warring against her flesh, even as her hips start bucking up and down.
Another whimper spills past her lips when she hears and feels me ripping her panties off. I slide one finger inside of her, and her mouth falls open, eyes fluttering shut as she lets out a broken cry that has every inch of me throbbing hard with need.
She’s so tight. So perfect. And the way she clenches around my finger makes me want to drive into her until she forgets every name except mine.
I add a second finger, and my Scarlette arches against the wall.
“Look at me,” I command.
When she opens her eyes, they’re glazed with need, pupils blown wide.
“Who do you belong to?”
She tries to shake her head, but I curl my fingers inside her, finding that spot that makes her whole body jerk.
“Say it.”
“I can’t—”
I withdraw my fingers completely, and she actually whimpers at the loss.
“Then you don’t get to come.”
The desperation in her eyes is beautiful. “Lykan, please—”
“Please what?” I brush my thumb over her clit, just enough to make her gasp. “Please make you come? Please show you exactly who owns this body?”