Trapped by the Devilish King

take a genius to figure out she was clearly up to som

e more time. Answ

ung low in the air

bullets. She bit her lip,

the wrong room. I thought you were the jerk. I swear, I didn't lie. Not a word! I'm sorry I yelled at you-I mean i

rk, ice-cold eyes stared her down

like he could see straight through ever

light scent on her skin mixed with a faint trace of alc

s that weird behavior just liquid c

thick real fast. The room was dead

d this was the first time she'd ever been this close to

space, but that only made things worse. Her

, he grabbed her wrists, twisted them behind her back

ning? Alright then-some peo

a warning straight out of a ni

man's gaze-and even more mortified by how close he'd pressed up against her.

choed against the silence around them, each pulse pound

was wrong with this guy? Who did he think she was? How co

htly on her waist, stopping her e

g here, brushing against her ear like a spark. She didn't need an

antly drained

wn hard on her lip, her voice shaking wi

er go, face dark and unreadable. "Are

razor-edged frost. But

ifferent to any kind of lust. No matter how sedu

been bothering him to no end. And now, totally unexpected, this rand

opped to Camila, s

y under the light. Her slender neck, the soft dip of her collarbone leading to hints of generous curves - framed by her long,

r his eyes away. His throat dried up, and that

y familiar-eyed woman had somehow

key to figuring out what the hell

who he was, or was just puttin

to let her walk