Page 253 of The Throne Seeker

She shoved her siren’s lust aside.

With all her strength, she shoved Tristan so hard he fell back onto the floor—but not before he managed to grab her hand, dragging her down with him. They toppled down in an entangled mess.

She hadn’t even recovered from the fall when he climbed on top of her, pinning her hands above her head, his chest pressing down against hers.

“Stop fighting it,” he begged.

He ground his hips into hers.

A surprised gasp escaped before she could stop it.

His lips came crashing down to claim the sound.

His euphoria under her fingertips was indescribable—so powerful she had no idea if it was her or him. Her siren was clawing for its life. For its survival.

She didn’t know if she could stop it.

Rose found the willpower to cock her fist, punching him in the face, making him fall off of her.

She gave him the best detesting glare she could. “Don’teverdo that again,” she said with a scowl.

She pushed herself off the floor, making her way to the door.

In a flash, he was behind her, grabbing her arm and spinning her around. He wasted no time locking the door before shoving her against the wall.

“I’m done asking nicely,” he growled.

His lips captured hers again, his tongue invading her mouth. His hungry lips devoured hers as if he was trying to suck her siren up and out of her.

She shoved him again, but he anticipated her resistance this time. His chest crushed against hers harder, trapping her to the wall as his fierce hands ran themselves down over her hips, across her back, exploring her body.

She could fight back harder. It might not be as easy as fighting off the man at the tavern, but she knew she could escape if she willed it. She wasn’t powerless, but her siren paralyzed her limbs.

It craved him. Thirsted for him. Begged for him.

“Kiss me back,” his ragged voice demanded.

Rose made a pathetic attempt to escape his hold, giving him a fighting glare. “Go to hell.”

He ignored her, kissing her harder, prying her mouth open again. Her lips were sure to be swollen later from him.

His hips thrust themselves into hers.

She bit back her physical reaction as best as she could, but her body exposed her as a soft moan escaped her lips.

Shit.

His desire exploded—surging upward like a sunken ship resurfacing from the depths of the sea. His hand forced its way up her dress, wasting no time. He went straight between her legs.

Another gasp escaped her.

Rose kept praying he’d come to his senses. This wasn’t him. He wouldn’t do this. He’d stop. He’d see how wrong this was. He wouldn’t dare hurt her like this. He wouldn’t do this to Satin.

She bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, but the gesture only fueled him.

He moaned into her mouth. His fingers found their way under her slip, gliding over her bare slick skin. He sworebreathlessly at the moisture waiting for him as pride gathered within his dangerous gaze.

She swallowed hard, ashamed.