Throne of Power (Throne Duet #1) - Rina Kent Page 0,66
destruction and the reason I’m hiding like a coward right now.
For the life of me, I can’t pretend I hated it, not when my traitorous insides are still begging for more.
What the hell is he doing to me?
There’s a rustling on the other side of the door and I freeze, feeling him without even having to see him or hear his voice. I’m attuned to him in inexplicable ways, invisible ropes always pulling me in his direction.
“Rai…what did I say about not locking yourself away from me? Open the door.” His words are measured—calm, even—but I can sense the threatening undertone beneath them.
“Leave me alone.”
“If you don’t open it, I’m breaking the fucking thing.”
“Just…let me be,” I mutter, and my gaze falls on the ring—the reason for this whole mess, the reason why my fate is sealed with no way out.
“I’ll count to three. One, two…” I don’t even get the chance to pull away as something hard rams into it.
I jump forward as the sturdy door bangs open, its joints nearly ripping from their locations.
Kyle stands at the entrance, naked, like some glorious warrior after a battle. I knew he was strong, but I guess I never realized just how strong he really is. Though his power in bed should’ve given me an idea about his insatiable stamina.
He stalks into the bathroom with panther-like agility, his feet not making the slightest sound on the white tiles. I instinctively step back. There’s something frightening in the depths of his eyes. It was present when he was fucking me, but I couldn’t figure the meaning behind it.
It wasn’t exactly anger then, but it seems close to it now. Either way, it’s a version of Kyle I don’t want to butt heads with, especially since I’m naked and in my most vulnerable form.
“Didn’t I say you can’t lock me out?” he asks in a deceptive type of calm that knots my stomach.
The back of my foot catches on the edge of the shower’s entrance. I chance a glance so I can step in. I’m probably trapping myself, but it’s the only choice I have while he’s advancing on me like this.
When I look up again, Kyle’s height blocks my vision. I’m caged in that angry look in his eyes, in the disapproving feelings behind them.
He grabs me by the throat and pushes until my back meets the wall. My breathing is constricted and I can feel the blood rushing to my face. There’s nothing sexual about his grip. It’s raw and meant to threaten. “You do not get to run or hide from me. Do you fucking understand?”
I claw at his hands, but that only causes him to tighten his grip until no air seeps through. My struggles come to a halt since that will only drain my energy. He’s the one with the physical power, and if I fight him on that, I will only get myself killed.
Dedushka’s words about picking my battles keep me rooted in place.
“I said…is that fucking understood?”
When I remain motionless, he grabs my hair with his other hand and forces me to nod my head.
“That’s yes, I understand. Yes, I won’t run from you. Now, say it.” He loosens his hold on my neck and I gulp copious intakes of air, choking on the life it brings me. It takes me long seconds to catch my breath.
“Fuck you,” I manage, glaring up at him. “What right do you have to demand that from me when you ran away first? You left me first!”
“So what’s your angle here? Do you plan to leave me as revenge?”
“Believe me, if I put my mind to revenge, me leaving you would be the easiest way out for you.”
“Rai…don’t test my fucking patience.”
“Or what? Or fucking what? You took a lot from me already. If you think I will let you do it again, you don’t know Rai Sokolov.” I push at his chest, but his grip on both my throat and my hair keeps me imprisoned in place.
“You forgot a little something, Mrs. Hunter. You’re my wife now.”
“That doesn’t make you the boss of me.”
“We’ll see about that.” He strokes his finger on the hollow of my throat, loosening his hold a little. “Fuck. You do bruise easily.”
I glance down my body and immediately regret it. Bruises, hickeys, and imprints from his fingertips are all over my neck, breasts, hips, and thighs. I can’t even recognize my body anymore. It’s like it already left me and went to Kyle.