Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 163

LUCIEN’S POV

We stared at each other, chests rising and falling hard, the air between us thick enough to choke on. Her gray eyes were still glassy from the orgasm I’d just ripped out of her, but the fire in them hadn’t dimmed one bit. If anything, it burned hotter. She looked like she wanted to sink a knife straight into my heart and twist it just to watch me bleed.

Beautiful. Dangerous. Mine.

I brushed my thumb across her swollen bottom lip, slow and deliberate, tracing the spot I’d bitten raw earlier.

She snapped at my finger like a wild animal, teeth flashing.

I pulled back just in time, a low chuckle rumbling out of me. “Easy there, little wolf.”

She jerked against the cuffs, the metal clinking sharply.” Remove these stupid cuffs. Now.”

“No.”

Her eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. “No? Are you fucking crazy?”

“Yes,” I said, voice low, rough with everything I washolding back. “About you.”

“You piece of shit!” She yanked harder, wrists turning red where the metal bit in. “Remove these fucking cuffs!”

I leaned closer, letting my weight settle over her just enough that she felt every hard inch of me. “I’ll remove them on one condition.”

My voice dropped lower. “Tell me you’re mine.”

Her jaw clenched. “That won’t happen.”

“Really?” I tilted my head, letting my gaze drag down her naked body-breasts flushed and heaving, nipples tight, thighs still trembling from what my mouth had done to her.

She glared pure murder at me. “Will you stop asking those stupid questions and just remove these fucking cuffs from my hands?”

I smiled, slow and dark. “I already gave you my condition.”

“Go to hell.”

“I have all day,” I murmured, brushing a strand of damp hair from her cheek. “The king dismissed me from duties.

Told me to handle my mate. So we can stay exactly like this… all fucking day long.”

Her eyes flashed, stubborn and fierce. She didn’t say a word, just stared me down like she could burn holes through me if she tried hard enough.Then she moved.

A slow, deliberate squirm of her hips that dragged her slick heat along the ridge of my cock, still trapped behind my pants.

I hissed, fingers digging into her hip to still her. Fuck. My control was hanging by a thread. I was so hard it hurt-throbbing, aching, leaking against the fabric. One wrong move and I’d be inside her without another word.

She felt it. Of course she did. A tiny, wicked spark lit in her eyes.

“” she started, voice softer now, almost breathy.

My brow arched. “Go on.”

She arched her back slowly, pushing those perfect breasts up until her hard nipples brushed my chest. The contact sent fire straight through me.

She laughed-short, bitter, breathless. “Everything I want doesn’t include belonging to you.”

I leaned down, lips brushing hers, not quite a kiss. “Liar.”

Her breath hitched.

I could feel her heart pounding against my chest. Could feel the way her thighs tightened around my hips, even as she tried to act like she hated this. Hated me.

But she didn’t hate it. Not all of it.

And I was going to prove it.

I shifted my weight, sliding one hand down her side, over the curve of her waist, the flare of her hip. My fingers dug in, holding her still as I rocked against her again…slow, deliberate, torturing us both.

She bit her lip to stifle a moan. Failed.

“Still no?” I murmured against her jaw.

She turned her face away, stubborn to the end.

Fine.

I had all day.

And I was nowhere near done with her.