She yelped as he grabbed her throat. Not letting him win, she refused to grab at his hand and claw herself free. Instead, she waited until he released her, keeping her eyes focused on his. That split second in which she took a breath, she found his lips crushed against her own. It felt even more electric than she had thought. Her hands went to his jaw as she hungrily devoured his lips, unable to get enough of him.
Surprised at first at the fight she had given up, knowing the same electric tension between the two was inevitable. No, but the anger still laced through his lips. It wasn’t gentle, nor was it necessarily harsh. He wouldn’t be surprised if her lips were bruised by the end of the encounter. The breathing between the two was panted, not sure why the conflict of fire and ice had made it all the more desirable. Practically devouring her lips, he pressed himself against her and laced his fingertips through her hair.
She looked up at him as she fell backward. She could see how badly her words burned him up, and she couldn’t help but want it to continue. He was mad, so very mad. But she was right. Not one word came from his lips that said she was in the wrong. Betting on a losing horse, she sighed and looked up at him. “Make me.”
The man felt a snap inside of him, taking her by the throat. He slammed her against the wall and drew incredibly close to her. “Are you sure about that?” He snarled in front of her, knowing that the maddened look in his eye showed how angry the man had become. Letting go of the woman’s throat, he only allowed her to breath for a moment before capturing her lips with his own.
"I am not a worm," she shot back. "I am a princess of Rian, a keeper of the blue flame and a handmaiden for a very bored king of Cael. And I refuse to let you make me think I am anything less." She glared at him before glancing down at his lips. "So what are you going to do now, Your Majesty? Hit me, kiss me, kill me. Do something other than talk because I’ve heard your words already.”
"You aren’t a princess anymore. Not in my kingdom." The man drew closer to her, the anger practically flowing off his tongue. Pushing her with one hand, he wanted to slam the flame that ignited in her down, but the mere sight of it was truly entertaining alone. "Shut your damn mouth."
She took a breath and kept her eyes firmly glued to his. “Yes.” That was it, plain as day. The woman was still on her knees in front of the man she had just tended to, and yet she seemed to be the one in power. And regardless of what he did, he couldn’t take that back from her.
"Then why are you speaking out, worm?" He stared at her, not leaving his gaze. The snarl lacing around his lips, the conflicting flames between the two almost clashing together.
She looked up into his eyes and kept his stare. “No.” One simple word, and she absolutely defied him. She had done it before, but not like this. He hadn’t said she was wrong, and it sent the blue flame inside of her into a frenzy. Holding his stare like this felt electric, and she couldn’t tell if she wanted to slap him, kiss him, fuck him or kill him.
"What did you just fucking say?" The king stared at her, not used to the word itself. Surely, it had been said before, but nothing within this context. His hand clenched along into a fist. He braced his words, knowing that he couldn’t really deny any words spoken, but the flicker of hope in her gaze was one thing he wanted to smash out. "Do you know who you’re speaking to?"
She smirked. “You like it. You like the fact that someone is this god forsaken country will challenge you.” She kept her position, feeling the heat from him on her face, but there was no way she was going to back down. His heat only provoked her to radiate the cold that was natural to her. “You’re bored. You are so bored with all of your girls who say, ‘Yes, Your Majesty’ and curtsy and fuck you whenever you feel like it. And it pissed you off that the one person you could count on to drive you mad had had enough. Well, I’ve had enough still.” She took a breath but did not stop for fear of his reaction. “I hate it when you hit me,” she growled. “I hate the chain around my neck and I especially hate how weak you make me feel. But I’m not weak, you see. I want to survive. And for some damned reason I do want to please you. And if you dare judge me for feeling jealous of seeing you fuck another disgusting little bitch, so help me god I will throw myself off the tower and let you drown in your boredom.” She raised a hand to her cheek and braced herself for the beating of a lifetime.
Clenching his jaw, he couldn’t really deny any accusation that fell from her lips. Rather than snap forward and push the woman in front of him into submission, he played it easier. A much more simply ploy. “Get out.” He stared at her with a same amount of confusion and vanity he held in his voice that evening.
She sat up, knowing perfectly well that he was about to knock her back down to the floor. “Now who’s lying?” she asked, looking him directly in the eye. Her fire was back, and she was no longer trying to please him. If she was damned if she did, damned if she didn’t, then why even bother trying to please him at all? “Then what am I, if neither your pet nor your equal?” she said harshly.
"Guess you’ll never know with that damned mouth of yours." He drew closer to her, the heat practically radiating from his skin. It surely didn’t help his wounds either, the edges prickling up a rather foul scent. Finding himself too close to her, he allowed a glare to spark his vision, carefully drawing into his actions that would come into later.
Her face moved with his hit. A tear formed in the corner of her eye. She let herself fall to her hands. She stayed there, unwilling to move from that spot. “What did I do wrong?” she whispered slowly.
"For holding back information." He stared at her, finding that the only thing to justify his action other than just anger.
Her heart pounded. “And what do you want from me?” she asked, leaning in a bit closer. Her mind was screaming for her to get away, but she was too intrigued to stop. “Am I your pet or your equal right now?”
"Neither." He drew his hand back, the slap echoing across the room.
"I asked you not to make me answer. But I did." She swallowed hard. "I would love to be your equal, but you have assured me that I am not. You paid for me, then what more can I be but what you want?" Instinctively, she grabbed his hand. "I know it’s a contradiction. That’s why I didn’t want to say it!"
Lacing his hand around her wrist, he pulled it back from his arm with a snarl. “Don’t touch me. If I ask for something, you give it to me. I don’t understand why this is so difficult to lace your head around.” He tilted his head to the side with a scowl.