Rise of a Queen (Kingdom Duet 2)

I instinctively push back against the mattress. I might not be scared of Jonathan, but his silence snaps my shoulder blades together. It’s like I can’t breathe normally when he’s this close yet feels far away.

So far away.

His hand is still wrapped around my throat and I gulp, expecting him to squeeze the life out of me.

But that part, that stupid little part that’s slowly eating my heart, is serene, peaceful almost. That part believes that Jonathan would never hurt me. He snapped at me for aggravating my wound, after all. He wouldn’t do anything to me.

But that part keeps forgetting what Jonathan did to Alicia.

“What are you talking about?” The neutral tone of his voice and the fact that he’s not getting off me is pushing my thoughts in all different directions. I don’t know whether he’s bluffing or genuinely asking.

I could deflect or backpedal, but someone with a strong perception like Jonathan would read straight through me.

Not knowing what to say, I turn my head away and stare at the broken lamp on the side of the bed. Maybe if I study it hard enough, Jonathan will get bored and leave me alone.

I scoff internally. The chance of Jonathan leaving me alone is probably as impossible as the likelihood of that lamp magically repairing itself.

His fingers caress the pulse point in my neck in a deceptive type of softness. I have no doubt he’ll squeeze anytime he chooses to.

“Your time is up, Aurora.”

My frantic gaze slides back to his. “U-up?”

Is he going to kill me?

“I’m done waiting for you to talk. You will do it right now.”

Oh, so it’s not actually ‘up’ as I thought. A rush of relief floods me, and I hate how light my chest feels.

When I remain silent, Jonathan’s fingers squeeze lightly, almost as if he’s reminding me of his power. “If you don’t talk, I’m liquefying H&H.”

The relief settling at the bottom of my stomach slowly disappears. “You can’t do that!”

“I can and I will. For the record, your black belt friend was here earlier and she made the mistake of threatening me, so I might be in the mood to ruin her life.”

Oh my God. Lay! I should’ve known she’d get her claws out if I disappeared on her. Not that her claws can do anything to a man like Jonathan. She’ll only end up hurting herself.

Shit.

Knowing Jonathan, he’ll also go after her family to drive the point home.

“I hate you,” I snarl at him.

“You didn’t hate me when you came all over my tongue.”

My thighs clench at the reminder of the pleasure he brought out of me not too long ago.

“Now, fucking talk, Aurora. What’s with the nonsense about Alicia?”

“Fine, let me up.”

“So you’ll throw one of your tantrums? No.”

“I’m uncomfortable.”

“Liar.” His lips twitch. “You’ve been rubbing your thighs together.”

“Which means I’m uncomfortable.”