Dorian gripped the back of her neck in one impossibly strong hand, the other capturing her wrists behind her back. Then, mouth close to her ear, "If you�re going to threaten an apex predator after he specifically warned you not to, best to follow through."

"Fuck� off." She jerked against his hold, but it was no use. He was a wall of solid muscle and supernatural strength, and he had her exactly where he wanted her.

Trapped. Helpless. Vulnerable.

"Quite the conundrum, isn�t it?" He dragged his mouth along the curve of her neck to her shoulder, then back again, pausing behind her ear, his breath hot. "You�ve managed to trigger the predatory response in a beast that could kill you faster than you could draw your next breath."

"Do it, then, you fucking monster!" she cried, tired of the power games, the secrets, the lies. She�d come all this way to spy, to help her crew rob him blind� Maybe she deserved to die at his hand. At his bite. "If you�re so set on killing me, finish it!"

"Killing you? Now that doesn�t sound like any fun at all." He spun her around, then pushed her back against the wall, wrists pinned above her head as he shoved a muscular thigh between her legs.

She squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to look into his eyes. Refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her fear.

Her desire.

"What am I to do with you, little prowler?" he asked, lips brushing her mouth, her jawline. His thigh pressed closer, teasing her. "Posing as a guest at my fundraiser. Snooping around my manor. Threatening to stake me in my own bedroom."

"I don�t care what you do with me."

"Somehow I doubt that." He shifted his thigh, sending a zing of pleasure through her core.

Charley fought off a shiver. It took her a full beat to realize her hips were moving, rocking against the delicious pressure of his thigh, desperate for the heat, the friction.

She knew she should stop. Beg him to let her go. To forget they�d ever crossed paths.

But she couldn�t.

Because deep down, beneath all the bravado and F-bombs, Charley wanted to be here. Wanted him.

"Look at me, Charlotte."

"Go fuck yourself, highness," she muttered, but there was no fire behind her words, and they both knew it.

Dorian released her wrists and hooked a finger under her chin, tilting her face up, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Look at me."

She finally opened her eyes, and Dorian stared at her with such intensity, she thought she might catch fire. His eyes were golden and fierce, his mouth an invitation she wanted to accept, again and again and again.

"Option one," he breathed, "or option two?"

The reminder of their stolen moments in the penthouse made her heart stutter. But tonight, he wasn�t just asking for a forbidden rendezvous in the closet. He was asking her to forget everything she�d witnessed, everything he�d done, everything he was.

He was asking her to submit, completely and without reservation.

And in that moment, despite all the dangers, despite all the warnings clanging in her head, Charley knew that when it came to Dorian Redthorne, there was only one answer.

There would always be only one answer.

"Two," she whispered. "Fucking two." JrNovels.com