The Dark Prince's Pet

I leapt back onto the bed and scurried to the opposing side.

“Stop! Stop.” I put out a staying hand. Clutching my skirt in the other hand. “Just let me think.”

“Why the hell would I do that?”

“Just…”

“Just nothing, Maggie.” He tilted his head in warning. “I’m hungry for you. I want you…Don’t make me chase you…It will only increase my growing appetite.”

“Can’t we just-”

“Maggie.” He said firmly.

Making me stare at him instead of the door.

“I am going to have you. I’m going to do things that will make it impossible for you to look me in the eye in the morning. I’m going to take you somewhere you’ve never known. And when I’m done…You’ll want more.”

“But you’re angry!”

“And I want to fuck you.”

“But…”

“Maggie.” He gripped the bed post. Ducking his head as he took a few predatory steps. Peering at me around it. “Your games are even more erotic to me. Your resistances, make it that much more fun to destroy them and get you begging. Everything you do to try to keep me from having you, will only make me want you more.”

He was already to the other bed post, now. Peeking from behind it like a snake dancing for a master. Tilting his head to give me a sideways look.

His every movement was sensual.

“So, I should submit and lie there?”

He laughed coldly. “I’d love to see you try to lie there for me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean!” My voice rose in panic. I jerked toward the door. Considering making a run for it. Panic had taken over.

He was making me feel things.

He made a darting movement that was nearly playful. Indicating that if I ran, he was just going to pursue me.

“You’re all passion, Maggie. From head to toe…About everything. Touching you is unlocking you bit by bit. That’s why you fear it so much.”