I’m so screwed.
She slips her hand into mine, squeezing a little too tightly, and then tugs me in suddenly.
Her mouth brushes my skin as she places a kiss on one flaming hot cheek followed by the other.
Where her lips graze my ear, she whispers.“Oh my, we have been a naughty princess, haven’t we?”
I’m dead.
Literally, actually, fully fucking factually dead.I might as well stake myself, for fuck’s sake.
I snap my hand out of hers, stepping back.And do you know what that motherfucker does?She smiles at me, broad and grinning.All pearly white teeth and charm.Like there’s nothing to see here.
Her grin is as striking this evening as it was in the nightclub.Her entire physique is made up of lines and angles and curves.But not soft ones.She’s hard and steel like.As if she were carved out of centuries of war and strife and battle.Her clothes are tighter tonight, everything clings to the curve and bulge of muscle.She wears her combat trousers, vest top and leather jacket in a way that reminds me of just how toned her body is.
I lick my lips.It’s automatic.My body is about a thousand degrees.Why is it so hot in here?
I’ve only ever had one other woman have this effect on me.I never told anyone about us.We dated for a few incredible weeks, and then her parents left the city for work.I was only twenty and she didn’t have a job, so she went with them.I was devastated.That was years ago, though.I thought it was a phase.
Clearly fucking not.
Dahlia grips my wrist.It’s strong, protective.Her eyes graze my skin in a way that makes me shiver, as if she’s peeling away my secrets and lies.
Mother reanimates, as does the rest of the bar.She flutters behind me, corralling us into the main area.But Dahlia keeps hold of me, her hand slipping to my hand.My eyes drop to the pulsing electricity between our palms.
“Who did you piss off?”Dahlia breathes.
“W-what?”I stammer, mentally slapping myself to get a grip.She hasn’t told anyone yet.If she were going to, she wouldn’t have whispered.
“Your cheek.There’s a stunning, vicious handprint.”
“Oh.It’s fine.”I pull my hand out of hers and brush my dress down.
“I’m not sure hitting a princess is fine.”
A nervous laugh stutters out.Did I just giggle?Mother of gods, what is wrong with me?
“It’s lovely to meet you anyway,” I say.
“Meet me…again, you mean?”Dahlia drops her voice.
Flames flush my entire body.Okay, we’re done.
I tug her to the side of the bar, away from any prying ears.
“Please…” I say.
She quirks a single eyebrow at me, brandishing that grin like a weapon.My pussy is a traitor and it, along with Dahlia, can go fuck themselves.
Dahlia smirks.“I’m rather fond of a woman begging me.But I’d love to put a princess on her knees.See what else that pretty little mouth of yours can do,” she says, her tone oozing enough confidence my nipples harden.
She must take the heat in my cheeks for anger because she laughs and licks her lips.“Don’t worry,Penelope,your escapee antics are safe with me.”
I sag in relief.
She shrugs.“Besides, I’d rather be fucking a hot woman and drowning in Sangui Cupa than wasting my time winding you up.”
What the hell?What a bastard.She drags her eyes up and down my body.
