“Just try, princess.”
“You think I can’t?” My lip curled. “I may be theonly onewho can. You are standing here now because ofme.”
Fury rose off his features, the truth of my statement smacking him in the face.
He bared his teeth, which was the only warning I got. My legs started to move. He jumped for me too fast to get out of his way in the small room. His massive form collided with mine. Thrashing, I slipped enough from his grip, angling for the door.
His fingers wrapped through my long hair, yanking me forcibly back into him. A cry cracked at my throat, heat spreading through me, pulsing my thighs.
I slammed my elbow into his stomach, his grip loosening. I didn’t hesitate. Pulling free, I twisted back to him, my knife slashing across his chest.
As if the blood and pain brought him even further to life, he filled the chamber with his roar. Fury and strength exploded in the space.
Clutching my arms, he flung me back onto the dresser. My shoulder hit the mirror, knocking it to the ground with a shatter. Everything on the table followed behind, tumbling across the wooden floor with a crash.
A large hand seized my throat, jamming me back into the wood. His frame pushed between my legs, capturing the hand with the blade against the wall. I couldn’t move.
“You know what I think?” His face got within an inch from mine. “This has nothing to do with the journal or me trading you to Killian.”
Glowering at him, my chest radiated with hate, my legs and arms trying to pry away from his hold.
“You would have traded me without thought to Killian to save those you love.” He squeezed my throat harder. “You know what you’re really mad about?” Pinching the nerve in my wrist, he forced me to loosen my hold on the dagger, retrieving it the moment it slipped free. Red liquid painted the tip of it as he brought it up, just below his other hand at my throat.
“What really angers you is the thought of my dick being anywhere else but in you.” Warwick dragged the blade down my neck, nicking my skin. His mouth was a breath from mine, a snarl on his lips.
My chest heaved, wetness seeping from me as the pain from the blade cut through my flesh, our blood mixing on the edge.
“Admit it, Kovacs. The idea of any other person fucking me . . . my dick so deep inside them . . . coated in them . . .”
I tried not to react, but my breath hitched at his claim.
“Fucking their pussy so hard.” His thumb pushed into my throat, and a buzz of adrenaline went through my bones. The knife cut throughmy shirt, nicking my sternum. My breasts heaved as the fabric parted away, the coolness of the room soaking into my bare skin. Blood trailed down, catching on the thin sports bra, which covered nothing. He trailed the flat of the blade over my peaked nipples, making them harder.
“Not so sweet are you, princess? I know how rough you like it. How wet this makes you,”his voice whispered into my ear without a word said out loud.
Wrath.
Lust.
Hatred.
Passion.
Every emotion consumed me, my spine arching into his touch, my brain shutting down to logic. It only desired. Craved.
He regripped my throat, yanking me forward, his teeth baring. “Iwarnedyou who I was. I’m not the dog you can put a leash on. Ifuckwho I want, whenever I want.”
The knife cutting through my skin was nothing.
His words cleared my head. Brought the pain and loathing to the surface with sharp clarity. Without thinking, I pulled the strength from him, my hand shoving powerfully against his chest, as my leg came up, slamming into his torso.
Warwick sailed back, thudding loudly to the floor, the blade tumbling from his fingers. Jumping down, I scrambled for it. Just inches away from retrieving it, fingers clutched onto the hem of my pants, yanking them so hard, they slipped off my narrow hips, tangling up my legs. Tripping, I slammed against the floorboards, my nose smacking into the wood. He pulled me back farther, climbing past me, going for the dagger.
A growl came from me. Rage and adrenaline cutting the pain and dictating my movements. Kicking out of my pants, I clambered up, running into him at full speed as he leaned over to reclaim the weapon.
He stumbled, colliding into the wall, shaking the house. A framed picture crashed down, adding to the debris on the floor. He righted himself, his arm whirling back for me so fast I had no time to respond. Stars burst behind my lids at the impact, which flung me back onto the bed.
His body moved over mine, blood dripping from his nose, lip, and torso. A snarl curled his mouth as he straddled me, the blade in his hand.
