Page 83 of Come for Me
I swallow and don’t dare touch on the obvious childhood issues that could stem from finding his declaration appealing, his idea that I’d be his prisoner, protected from everyone except him. Not letting me leave until I’m as obsessed with him as he is of me, addicted to him... Goddess, it sounds all sorts of psychotic,but I wouldn’t mind it.
He can smell my arousal, and when he kisses me, we taste each other’s hunger. My hips grind against him, searching for friction only he can give me.
Our teenage make-out session comes to a halt when there’s a knock on the door.
He growls. “Go away. We’re busy.”
I hit him playfully, and he smiles. Pulling the covers over our heads, he trails kisses down my chest, then my stomach, then my—right there.
Until another knock is at the door.
Fun-loving, duty-free Dax is gone, and Mr. Killer In Charge returns, growling at whoever is disturbing his meal. I can’t help but giggle at his frustration as he throws the covers off him and storms to the door.
He swings it open, grabs the man’s lapel, and slams him to the wall. “What?”
“I’m sorry, sir, but there are rogues and vampires attacking in the East villages. People are dying.”
Dax lets him go, nodding toward the door.
The guy bolts.
Dax rubs the back of his neck. “I must go with them. You’ll stay here with Sam, where I know you’ll be safe.”
Before I can protest, he leaves the room.
I flop back onto the pillow, groaning at the cold Dax, at the unsexy version that keeps me his prisoner. Just when I was starting to feel good about our future.
I can’t stay here again. Venturing through the castle grounds isn’t enough to distract me from my lack of free will. I need to actually get out of the castle’s walls and explore the kingdom that is supposed to be mine one day. And I know just how to make that happen.
I throw the covers off me and cover myself with a robe, then speed walk down the castle halls, the floor cold under my bare feet.
People bow and acknowledge me as “Your Majesty.”
“When did you tell people to call me Your Majesty?”
“The second I met you.”
This is going to take a while to get used to.
Mr. Playboy himself leans against a column with his soon-to-be-bedded target. By her blushing cheeks, she seems to be returning the favor, liking whatever he’s saying. Her strap hangs off her shoulder, skin exposed, as he leans in to kiss her.
I clear my throat.
At the sight of me, the woman’s eyes widen, backing away from him, showing her neck in submission, averting from my gaze. She curtsies before apologizing for her indecency and runs away.
Seemingly not happy that I’ve interrupted his fun, Sam sighs, then straightens, adjusting himself. “What can I do for you, Your Majesty?”
I ignore his tone and realize I’ve never seen the woman before or any of the other women he brings in here. I haven’t explored the kingdom much at all outside the castle besides training outside, so I could use time away and have some fun.
Thinking about what the Mr. Playboy can do for me, I smile.
Ew, not like that.
“I want to go out tonight, and you’re gonna take me,” I say matter-of-factly.
He laughs, shaking his head. “I’m not taking you anywhere, princess.”
“Why not?”
