Slade

Prologue

Prologue

“I hate you,” I said, frantic for him to leave.

“Hate? That’s a pretty strong statement. I don’t believe you,” he whispered, his emerald eyes searching mine.

I took a few steps back and fortunately, he didn’t notice that I’d grabbed the dagger from the dresser. I held it behind my back. “It’s the truth.”

He smirked. “You make a terrible liar.”

My body trembled, but not from fear. It was the overwhelming desire for a man I couldn’t trust. A man who had a thirst for blood, and apparently... treachery. My reaction to him was infuriating. “Is that right? And you think that you know me so well?”

He reached up and gently placed his index finger on the pulse of my neck. “I know what I feel.”

I pushed his hand away. “Give me a break. You don’t know anything about what I feel.”

“On the contrary. Your face is flushed and your heart is racing.” He grinned darkly. “You want me as much as I want you. Admit it.”

I clenched my fist, wanting to slam it into his arrogant face. “What I want... is to kill you. That thought excites the hell out of me.”

His eyes moved to my nightgown and he took another step toward me. “And you excite the hell out of me, Chelsey.”

I looked down and cursed myself for allowing him into my chamber. The material was almost transparent in the soft lighting. I gripped the dagger tightly, wondering exactly what I was going to do with the damn thing anyway. “I swear to God, if you don’t step away from me, I’ll scream. I’ll scream so loud that everyone will come running.”

He touched the top button of my nightgown and smiled. “I’d rather hear you scream in pleasure.”

I stiffened up. “You’re a real prick. You know that?”

His smile faded. “So I’ve been told.” He removed his hand, but his fingertips brushed the tip of my breast, making my s*x quiver in pleasure.

I nodded at the doorway. “Get out of my room. I’m not going to ask you again.”

“Good, because it’s getting annoying.” He pulled me into his arms. “And I have a much better use for your lips,” he whispered, leaning in to show me.

I touched the end of the blade to his waist. “Do you feel that?”

His eyes widened and then glittered with amusement. “A knife?”

“Move away or I swear... I’ll use it on you.”

He leaned forward and I could feel the heat of his breath caressing my earlobe. “You know what they say – some things are worth dying for.”