The King’s Seduction
For a moment, his gaze, the feeling of him leaning over me, and the familiar scent of him has me forgetting the syringe my fingers are wrapped around.
"How about here?" he breathes, before reaching under the pillow to pull the syringe out, holding it up into the light. "Seriously, Akara?"
I push up as he leans back, pressing myself against the wall. "I'm sorry..."
"As alluring and compelling as you are, your attempt to seduce me is awfully transparent," he mutters, twisting the syringe over in his fingers, looking at the clear liquid within it. My heart rate accelerates, knowing I’ve made a mistake trying to deceive him. "And to think, I actually believed that. Well, until you wanted me to t