“Don’t even think about it,” I warn, my voice as rigid as my posture. “I haven’t said anything.” He feigns innocence, but his voice has lowered to a rumble. “You’re looking at me weird. Stop it.” “Weird how?” “Like a man looks at a woman. I’m not one of your playthings, Kingsley. I’ll cut your dick off in your sleep before you put it anywhere near me.” “Is that a challenge, sweetheart?” His voice drops to a chilling range at that damn endearment and so does my stomach.
