Terror at the Gates (Blood of Lilith, #1)

by Scarlett St. Clair

“Behave,” he said. My eyes instantly narrowed. “You don’t have what it takes to make me.” He maintained that infuriating half smile as he moved his hand to my throat, squeezing lightly. My body straightened, uncoiling eagerly beneath his hold. “You sure about that, little love?” he asked. “You have yet to prove otherwise,” I said. I deserved a fucking medal for challenging this man under these conditions. He was still smiling, but there was something harder about it. It was a good sign, a weakness in his armor. “You are such a brat,” he said, his eyes locked on my lips. “I think you like it,” I said. I braced my hands against the bed, using the leverage to inch closer. “I think it makes you hard.” “I like it,” he said. “You know what makes me harder? When you obey.” He bent forward and kissed my forehead, increasing the pressure on my throat ever so slightly before pulling away. “I’ll see you later, little love,” he said. There was a note of amusement in his voice as he strolled to the door. Unfortunately, my reply came after he closed the door. “You’re pretty smug for a man with a boner,” I said aloud, though I was being just as arrogant considering how he’d left me. I didn’t know what stunned me more, that he’d actually acknowledged out loud I aroused him or the way he’d communicated his desire to dominate me. Maybe what surprised me most of all was how badly I wanted it.