Chapter 6
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Nekros’s eyes raked her in slow, unhurried strokes, lingering where the neckline of her gown plunged daringly low, exposing the delicate lines of her collarbone and the curve of her breasts. His mouth tilted into a hungry half smile.
“The shadows did a good job I see,” he murmured, the words brushing over her skin like fingers. “But they forgot… you belong to me, not to silk.”
Before she could form a retort, his hand slid to her waist. The contact was searing, and his thumb traced the curve just above her hipbone. Heat shot through her body, pooling low, igniting a part of her she hadn’t realized could betray her so easily.
Her breath caught. He noticed. Of course. His gaze flicked up, catching her wide eyes, and he smirked as though he could read every frantic thought spiraling in her mind.
“Your pulse,” he said, his thumb pressing lightly against her side. “It betrays you.”
Serenya hated that he was right. Hated that his nearness made her knees weaken when she should have been spitting venom. She clenched her fists, trying to summon her fire, but all she could feel was the heat his touch had already stirred within her.
He leaned closer, his breath brushing against her ear, the faint scent of smoke and something darker enveloping her. “What do you desire?” His lips hovered just above the curve of her jaw, so close she could feel the ghost of their warmth.
Her body screamed.
Kiss me already!
Her pride roared no. She forced herself to steady her voice, though it wavered. “I don’t want anything from you.”
A soft chuckle rumbled from his chest, vibrating against her as his fingers tightened briefly at her waist. “Liar.”
He lingered, dragging out her torment, letting the tension thicken until it was unbearable. She braced herself, sure he would claim her mouth, sure she would lose that battle before it even began.
But instead, Nekros pulled back. Smooth, controlled. As though her torment was the meal he had been craving all along.
“Sit,” he commanded, gesturing toward the obsidian table where dishes glistened with impossible decadence. “Food is about to be served”
Serenya swallowed hard, furious at the heat still lingering in her veins, at the ache he had left unanswered. She sat, spine stiff, vowing she wouldn’t let him win this game.
He smirked at her from across the table, as if sensing her frustration. “Don’t worry little flame. If you behave, I may give you dessert after.” He smirked and Serenya could have sworn that her underwear was soaked through.
The thought of “dessert” made her tremble with desire but she tried not to give it away
She just has to get through this dinner.
And everything would be fine.
But deep inside, she already knew the battle had begun.
And she wasn’t sure she had the strength to resist him for long.
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