Chapter 13 Choke On It
Kira’s POV
I barely finished the last syllable when the air in front of me snapped like someone cracked a whip made of lightning.
No footsteps, no warning…just a violent whoosh that slammed loose strands back from my face and filled my lungs with the scent of ozone and something darker, like smoked cedar and male skin.
One second it was an empty marble courtyard, the next…Adrian, six-foot-too-much of him, white shirt stretched across his chest, eyes glowing an unholy crimson-gold instead of the usual gray.
I didn’t even get to exhale.
He’s here? Already? No…wrong question. How did he know I’d called for him?
I wanted to ask him but he was too distracted eating me up with his eyes.
His gaze traveled from my eyes and dropped straight to my legs. Then it dragged up the stupidly short skirt, lingered on the way it hugged my hips, then crawled over my chest like he was already peeling the uniform off with his teeth.
Hunger…raw, shameless hunger…burned in his eyes so bright I felt it lick across my skin.
I folded my arms, chin high, refusing to step back even though every survival instinct screamed run.
“Tell me, Your Majesty,” I spat the title like it tasted bad, “what kind of king makes his so-called wife walk forty fucking minutes to school when he owns half the cars on this continent? Am I your wife or your daily cardio?”
He didn’t answer. He just kept staring, lips curling into something too dark to be a smile. Then he moved and suddenly his hands were on me. Big, hot palms sliding straight under my skirt, fingers digging into the flesh of my ass like he owned it, yanking me forward until I crashed against his chest.
Holy mother of—
Something thick and ridiculously hard ground against my lower belly, trapped between us, throbbing through his pants. My brain short-circuited.
That… that’s his dick? That can’t be a normal size. That thing needs its own zip code!
Heat exploded across my cheeks. I swallowed so loud it echoed in my stomach.
He rolled his hips once, slow and deliberate, dragging that monster along my core through the thin layers of fabric. A dark, filthy growl rumbled out of his throat, vibrating straight into my bones.
“This uniform,” he rasped, voice rough as gravel dragged over silk, “makes me want to bend you over the nearest balcony and fuck you raw while the entire kingdom watches their pretty little queen scream my name.”
The audacity!
My hand flew up on pure reflex…aiming straight for his smug face.
He caught my wrist mid-air without blinking, grip like iron. His eyes glittered, amused and dangerous.
“The only time you’re allowed to slap me, little mate,” he said, leaning in until his lips brushed the shell of my ear, “is when we’re in bed. And it won’t be with this hand.” He forced my captured palm down between us, pressing it against the ridiculously huge ridge straining his pants. “It’ll be with this sweet pussy slapping down on me until I’m soaked in you and you forget how to speak anything but my name.”
My breath stuttered. My thighs clenched involuntarily. Wet heat pooled so fast I felt dizzy.
And right when I thought my heart was about to explode, he smiled slowly as though promising every sin I’d never confessed…and whispered against my lips…
“Be careful what you scream for, Abby. Next time I come when you call, I won’t stop at a warning.”
Get your shit together, Kira. He’s a manipulative narcissist. Don’t let him bully you into submitting to him with his words.
His mouth was still hovering an inch from mine, that smug promise hanging in the air like smoke, when I finally snapped out of whatever stupid trance his words had put me in.
I jerked my whole body away from his, twisting hard in his grip. “Get your filthy hands off me, Adrian.
Take this nonsense to one of your mistresses. I don’t give a single fuck about you or that thing in your pants. As a matter of fact, you can choke on it for all I care.”
His face changed in a split second. The cocky heat drained out of his eyes, replaced by something raw and hurt that actually looked real. His jaw locked, regret flashing so clear it almost made me pause.
Almost.
He let go instantly. His hands dropped to his sides like I’d burned him.
“Abby…” he whispered in a slightly broken voice but I was already stepping further back as quickly as I could, yanking my skirt down hard, smoothing the fabric with angry swipes. My skin still burned where he’d grabbed me, but I wasn’t about to let him see that.
I huffed loud enough for the whole courtyard to hear. “Great. Now that’s out of the way, where’s my goddamn ride to school? Or do I still have to walk like some peasant while you stand here getting hard over a mere uniform?”
He didn’t answer. Just stood there, chest rising and falling too fast, staring at me like I’d actually stabbed him this time.
Then, out of nowhere, a man in a black suit appeared at Adrian’s elbow. Literally appeared…like he stepped out of thin air. I didn’t see Adrian lift a finger, didn’t hear him speak. Nothing.
What the hell? Do they have some royal telepathy chat group I don’t know about? There’s really so much I have to learn in order to survive this world.
Adrian didn’t even look at the guy. “Maxwell,” he said, voice flat and hard, “arrange the queen’s chauffeur immediately. Two cars. Full entourage.
She’s leaving here in one piece and when you bring her back, I don’t want a single hair on her head out of place. Do you understand me?”
Maxwell bowed so low his forehead nearly touched the marble. “Yes, Your Majesty.”
I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. Wow, his royal shitface Adrian. Really showing off now, huh? Summoning people with his mind like some cheap parlor trick.
I crossed my arms as Maxwell left to arrange the ride. “Are you expecting me to bow down in gratitude?” I scowled. “Please, I’m only accepting this because it’s the bare minimum you owe me anyway.”
He took one step toward me like he was going to touch my face, then stopped dead. His hands curled into fists so tight his knuckles went white, like it was taking everything in him not to reach for me again.
“I’m going to fix this,” he said, voice low. “I’m going to fix everything that has been broken. Make it all right. Make you love me again.”
I barked out a laugh. “In your dreams, Your Majesty.”
Right on cue, two matte-black Maybachs rolled up silent as ghosts and stopped in front of us. Tinted windows, royal flags on the hood…obvious overkill.
I smirked. “Not bad, Adrian.” Then I turned to Liana, who was hovering a few steps behind me looking pale with her head bowed. “Liana, come on. Let’s go.”
Adrian’s voice unexpectedly cut through the air like a blade.
“Liana. Stay.”