She should pull away. Or better yet, push him away.
Anything to escape the surge of lust that was making her melt with a potent need.
Instead she glared into his beautiful face and leaned even closer.
“Because they’ve obviously allowed themselves to be bullied to the point that they’re incapable of thinking for themselves.”
His brows snapped together at her accusation. “I would never bully a female.”
“No?” She lowered her voice to mimic his earlier words. “Why are you not on your knees, woman? I am your master. Yadda yadda.”
He made a sound deep in his throat. “You are—”
“What?” she prodded, her heart thundering with sexual excitement.
“Extremely frustrating.”
“Good.”
He released a sharp breath, his gaze skimming over her face with a blatant confusion. “You are nothing like my women, so why do I want to kiss you?”
Her heart missed a necessary beat. “Maybe you like to go slumming.”
The prince released her wrists so he could frame her face in his slender hands. “What is that?”
“Some men get a kick out of sleeping with women who they consider trash.”
“Don’t say that,” he snapped.
“But you—”
“Hush,” he growled.
“Did you tell me to—”
With shocking speed, he captured her lips in a kiss that demanded utter capitulation. For a second she stiffened, her survival instincts warning her that she was making a huge mistake. She was a common imp who worked at a demon club. He was a royal Chatri who would soon be returning to his home with his precious pure-blooded fiancée.
Then his tongue dipped into her mouth and she no longer gave a shit about the who or the why as a liquid heat seared through her.
Oh hell, yeah.
Tonya wasn’t a virgin. She was a sensual woman who’d taken lovers over the years. All of them had been skilled enough to bring her pleasure. But none of them had created . . .
Fireworks.
She grabbed his upper arms, groaning as his fingers tangled in her hair and he deepened the kiss. He tasted of warm whiskey and raw male.
And magic.
A dazzling, wild magic that was uniquely fey.
Lost in the sensations that buffeted through her, Tonya missed the sound of footsteps. In fact, it wasn’t until an unmistakable chill brushed over her skin that she realized they were no longer alone.
“Am I interrupting?” a deep male voice demanded.
With an unexpected quickness, Magnus was straightening and shoving her behind his lean body.
Tonya blinked in shock. Was he . . . trying to protect her?