Underworld Bride Trials 1 Playboy King - Meg Xuemei X. Page 0,8

to depart before the shit show was over, but now I had to stay a little longer.

A frosty breath escaped my lips.

There was no need to panic, I reminded myself. Even though Loki had peered through my glamour, I still had a fine leather mask in place. Only my eyes and lips were exposed, and I was hanging upside down. It wouldn’t be easy for him to piece together my true appearance.

“Call me bunny again when you see my claws,” I purred. I hadn’t meant to do that. I wasn’t the purring kind, but the fire in him called to me, and my voice sounded like sweet smoke in my ears.

What had gotten into me? Why was I flirting?

“I’d like your claws, Bunny,” he purred back. “Why don’t you show me? Your claws might just be the thing to kindle my passion.”

The vampire princess snapped her head in my direction and snarled. “Get lost, slut!”

“Hey, I’m not the one who’s being fucked,” I said.

“I invited you.” Loki paused as if he was afraid I’d disappear. “I can be gentle.”

“How could you flirt with that little whore while you’re making love to me, Loki?” the princess scolded.

“It’s King Loki to you. This is my realm,” he said coldly. “And you aren’t my queen, only one of the trial contestants who volunteered her warm body. I can fuck anyone I want, so don’t let this fucking business get into your clever head. And I don’t make love. I’ve never made love to anyone. I merely fuck.”

“I can’t believe you treat me—”

He pulled out of her abruptly, his erection still hard and long, and spun her to face him as he towered over her. He looked into her eyes with the cruelty and ruthlessness the King of Hell wore as his second skin. At the same time, his demonic power lashed out. The hellfire wind slammed into my face, hot and smoky.

An urgent thought rang through me. The Demon King was very powerful. It’d be extremely difficult to kill him later if I missed this window while he was distracted and vulnerable. I grabbed my gun again.

“Do you really think you’re the mistress of my house, Veronica?” he asked.

She parted her lush, red mouth, fear fogging her hazel eyes, and she slowly shook her head.

“I apologize, Your Majesty,” she murmured. “I was out of line.”

“Many women believe they can control men with sex,” Loki purred. “I’ve fucked over a thousand females, and none of them meant anything to me. If you mistake me for some weak man, you’ll only put yourself at a disadvantage.”

“It won’t be like this,” she said, softening her biting tone and adding a subtle threat. “I’m sure one day you’ll recognize my value.”

He ignored her and returned his attention to me.

“Coming in, Bunny,” he offered with an enticing smile. “I won’t bite.”

“You expect me to believe that? With that big bad wolf smirk?” I said. “You must think you’re cute when you hide your fangs.”

“I was trying to help.” He grinned wider. “I’m just a friendly guy. And I know you’re very much aroused. I know your type.”

“You know shit. That’s what you know and what you’ll get,” I sneered, my voice husky. “And you have no shame.”

He threw his head back and let out a snarky laugh. “What a mouth you have. I wonder what else it can do.”

He had the nerve to dip his eyes toward my lips.

“I can give you a list if you ask nicely next time,” I said sweetly. “This mouth can do wonders, but it’s also full of tiny fangs. I hope they catch your fancy.”

“My kind of fancy girl,” he purred again, then curiosity sparked in his heated eyes. “Why aren’t you afraid of me like the others?”

Afraid of him? I was a great assassin from another world and another time. I came to take his head! Lucifer had specific requirements.

I couldn’t help but giggle.

“Who are you?” he asked after a quiet moment. He must have sensed the surge of menace from me, though he didn’t appear alarmed.

The cocky bastard.

“Your worst nightmare, Demon King,” I said, heat and ice and hate swirling in my eyes all at once.

I’d never had such a lengthy talk with my mark before. Not knowing your target’s personal life made killing easier. Kept it businesslike.

Time to go.

Just as I was about to push the automatic button and let the bat hook lift me to the rooftop, three throwing stars darted toward me at once—one heading between my