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I could feel him, hard and thick against my back, and I pushed back against him. “No,” I lied, and he nipped the lobe of my ear, sliding his hand down to the wet heat of me.

“Do you remember the way I made you feel?” His voice was a low taunt. His finger brushed my clit, and I was instantly on edge. Fury burned through me, tempered by pleasure.

“I hate you!” I hissed, riding his hand. “I wish I’d never met you.”

The lies stung my throat, and Lorian’s hoarse laugh told me he knew.

“Do you thinkIwanted this?” He turned me, until he was staring down into my eyes. My breath caught at the sheerwantin his gaze. At the tenderness that flickered across his face. He was showing me too much.

“This changes nothing.”

His smile was bitter. “Fine. If this is all we’ll ever have, then I’ll take it.”

My head whirled as I was suddenly in his arms, as he stalked toward my bed, laying me down and stripping off my leggings.

His leathers disappeared, and I sucked in a breath. Lorian naked was a glorious sight, and I let my gaze run over his huge shoulders, down his chest, over his abs, and down to the full length of him, erect and ready.

“Gods, the way you look at me,” he said, and my breath caught as he prowled closer, his gaze burning with a possessive light.

He leaned over me, his mouth finding mine, and despite my frustration, I sighed against him. His touch was proprietary as he dragged his hand over my breast, down my stomach, and between my legs.

“Mine,” he told me, his mouth catching my instant denial.

Then he was gone, pulling me down until my ass was on the edge of the bed. He knelt between my legs, pushing them apart and kissing his way along one thigh. Sensation rippled across my skin. My head fell back, and I arched, urging him on.

He swiped his tongue over me, and my body ignited, desperate for more. My hands found his hair in an attempt to keep him in place. He lifted his head, and I let out a pathetic moan.

“Beg me, Prisca.” His cheeks were flushed, his eyes almost glowing. And yet his mouth was firm, unyielding.

My mouth fell open. I sucked in a breath, ready to tell him exactly what he could do with that suggestion…

And his tongue swiped along my clit once more. Sparks of pleasure danced from my core, through my belly, and I dropped my head back onto the pillow with a groan.

His words echoed through my mind.

You want me to take you in anger, wildcat? To make you moan my name while you writhe beneath me, all while you loathe me for every second of pleasure? I’ll do it. But you won’t get it by taunting me. You want hate sex? You’ll have to beg.”

“You bastard.”

He chuckled against me. The vibration made me groan, and he immediately lifted his head. “That doesn’t sound much like begging to me.”

“I’ll kill you.”

His chuckle became a laugh. “Neither does that.” He turned and nipped my thigh. I attempted to kick him, but he held me still. My traitorous body turned languid, reveling in his dominance.

“What. Do. You. Want?” he growled.

“You know what I want.”

“I’ve been burning for you since we left the castle. And I’m feeling mean. You’ll beg me, Prisca.”

He lowered his head and swiped his tongue over my folds, teasing my clit. I gasped, attempting to lift my hips, but he held me still, lifting his head once more.

“I can do this all night.”

I was desperate for him, and he somehow had all the control. Frustration roared through me, and my words came tumbling out in a rush. “You don’t want to fuck me? I’ll find someone else who will.”

“Nowthatwon’t get what you want.” His voice was a dangerous croon, and I shivered.