Chapter 29
Thy’s mouth crashed down on hers, and it wasn't a kiss of welcome. It was a kiss of plunder, a raw, possessive claiming of territory. His growl of "magnificent trouble" was a vow, and she met it with a low sound of her own, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
The kiss was a battle. A clash of wills. He was the king, and she was the defiant queen who had dared to take his throne.
He broke the kiss only to lift her from the chair, his hands spanning her waist. But he didn't carry her to the bedroom. He turned and sat her on the edge of his massive, cold obsidian desk, scattering a stack of flawless, printed reports. He stood between her knees, his body caging hers, his hands planted on the desk on either side of her.
"In my chair, agápi mou?" he repeated, his
