Liam stood in front of Tatiana in the corridor, looking at her with both hunger and anger in his stormy gray eyes. “Never try to play me again, koroleva,” he drawled huskily.
The nerve of the man! She inwardly growled. He had basically took her against her will in the damned corridor.
You know you loved it! Her wolf purred.
Okay, not against her will, that was too strong of an expression. All he did was take advantage of her weakness, and admittedly of her desire for him too.
That wasn’t fair. But then again, the world was unfair.
“My gown is in tatters,” she spat at him while giving him the stink eye.
He chuckled at her expense. “Is that what’s really upsetting you right now?”
“I could name a few other things,” she told him dismissively. “But I’m in no mood to fight with you.
