Chapter 91. Breed Me?

He turned his head to the guard.

"Leave, this instant," he commanded, his voice flat and cold as a sheet of ice.

The guard scrambled to his feet, not daring to meet anyone's eyes, and immediately rushed to the door.

The sound of the heavy thud of the door closing sent my nerves on alert, followed by the definitive clank of the lock, sealing us in.

The sound coiled in my gut.

I wasn't supposed to be this nervous.

My plan was to provoke him, to make his rage so much that he would simply end me. But my instinct knew his intentions were far from it.

This bastard only thinks with his dick.

My gaze, dragged down against its will and fell to his groin.

Filling my sight with the obviousness of his arousal — a thick, rigid length strained against the seam, pressed to the side of his thigh.

A brutal outline, nearly the length of a dagger, and I could see the faint, damp patch of his precum already darkening the cloth. It p