Before she could turn, his hand was at the back of her neck.
He slammed her down over the table, pinning her to the surface. “Now, little murderer, we come to the very important part of all this.” His voice was a deep growl as he pressed his body against hers. “Remember what I said…if you can’t answer, I willmakeyou answer…”
She could feel every inch of him as he ground his hips into hers, a promise and a threat. It took everything in her not to moan in anticipation.
By the moons, she wanted him to make good on that threat. She wanted to feel himtake.To feel his power.
But it was wrong. He’d killed her family. She’d vowed revenge on him.Snarling, she pushed up as hard as she could, struggling, but it was useless. He was too strong. “Getoffme!”
“If I let you up, it will be because you’re planning on walking out that door and never coming back. Is that what you want? For me to let you go?”
She froze.
Leaving meant losing the close proximity to her kill. All the hard work she’d done and everything she’d sacrificed to get there.
Leaving also meant losing…Raziel.
And that cinched something around her heart in a way that made her so extremely disgusted at herself that she wanted to rip out her soul and burn it.
“Believe me, I understand how difficult this must be for you.” He slowly began to run his hand along her thigh, pulling up herdress to her waist before gliding his hand over the globe of her ass, then pressing his hips into her again with a low groan. “You hate me. You want me dead. And here you are…wantingme. And if that were all it was, that would be fine. But it isn’t just that, is it? There’s something more buried deep inside.”
“Shutup—”She felt like she couldn’t breathe. He was touching her.Her.Not Monica.Her.Nadi. A fae. This wasn’t a lie. This wasn’t a game. This wasn’t all for show.
This. This wasreal.She’d never felt more exposed in her life.
“When was the last time you had sex as yourself?” He squeezed her ass hard, digging his fingers into the skin.
It did anything but make her want him to stop. She pulled in a hiss through her teeth and snarled at him, slamming her hand on the table. “Let meup,youson of a bitch!”
“That is a fair statement. My motherisa massive bitch.” He laughed. “Answer my question, Nadi. When?”
She twisted, trying to claw at him, anything—desperate to simply hurt him. Make him bleed. He’d ripped her heart out of her chest, it was only fair she got to do the same to him.
“Ah-ah.” She heard a click, and there was a press of cold metal to the side of her neck. A knife. “Be still for a moment, Nadi.”
“Don’t you dare!” She froze. But by all the gods, the sensation of the edge of the blade as he dragged it down, ever so carefully over her skin, not cutting her, justteasing her,made her want himmore than she could put into words.
Pressing her forehead to the table, she let out a cry of frustration.
“I know. I truly do.” He began cutting her clothes off with the knife, easily slicing through the fabric. “But, trust me—love and hate are not mutually exclusive.”
He left her in just her stockings and her underwear. “Can you answer me yet? Yes or no?”
She was shivering. Not because she was cold.
His hands slowly slid up and down her sides, stroking her body. Touching her. Touchingher. Not Monica. Every curve was his to explore. Every inch. And he seemed intent on doing exactly that.
“So beautiful in the moonlight…I suppose that was what you were designed for, siren. Can you sing?”
She could. Quite well, actually. In another life, that was probably supposed to be her calling—luring sailors to their deaths with her song. But likefuckwas she going to tell him anything about it.
Leaning down, he kissed her shoulder. She tried to jerk away from his touch, and he only chuckled at the useless gesture. “You have every right to be angry. Stay angry. I want to feel you fight me. I want to feel the moment you surrender.”
“Fuck. You.”
He stroked his hand lower, stepping back from her a bit so he could cup the core of her body. Her underwear had been ripped to shreds when she had shown him her true form. It made it easy enough for him to delve a finger inside of her, discovering quickly how much her body was not nearly so conflicted as her mind was on the matter.
She expected him to taunt her. Mock her. Belittle her for how much she wanted him. Instead, he only moaned, and drove his finger deeper inside of her. “That’s it, my beautiful fae…yes,Nadi?—”
