The taste of him was still thick on my tongue. It was a salty claim, one I tried to beat myself into believing I didn't want.
I stayed on my knees, avoiding his gaze as the cold floor bit into my skin, my naked body humming with the shock of what I had just done. I didn't believe the Lylah, who has always hated Kielan, would be here, on my knees, pleasing the same man I want to shove off a moving train.
Kielan rose from the bed, still fully erect despite what we had just done; his frame was a dark silhouette against the low light.
“On your feet,” he said, his voice a rough vibration I felt in my bones. “And look at me when I own you.”
Like you own me?
I scoffed inwardly, but still did as he asked, reminding myself I had asked for this. I had begged for him to return home to me. He wa
