King Kerman’s POV I ran my eyes over her for a brief moment, taking in the silky black dress she had on. She was still seated on my desk, legs spread apart. When she tried to step down, I stopped her, trapping her with my legs. She pouted her lips, perhaps, to show that she was still annoyed. However, she had no idea what she was doing to me. I tightened my jaw, trying to forget my instincts. “You think I can’t kill you?” She blinked hard. “What?” “With that little nasty attitude you carry about, you think I can’t kill you in the blink of an eye?” Silence. But I caught the brief fear that crossed her eyes. “And why would you want to do that? I haven’t done anything wrong.” I smirked. “Really?” She nodded. “But if you believe otherwise, I’m hoping to hear it.” Silence. “You want me to spell out your mistakes for you?” She coughed gently. “Well for starters, you have no business in this room. And for someone who is supposed to be annoyed with me, it’s a little daring to
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