... me beg.
I turned a deep crimson. The magic wore off in time for me to clamp my mouth shut, to save what little dignity I had left.
“You want what, Kayda?” He asked, his face mere inches from mine, almost nuzzling my neck. Claws punctured my skin when I tried to step away, breaking the surface around my waistline.
“I want you to let go of me,” I ground out. Mortification mixed with anger and the pain of his claws biting into my skin.
“Never.” He pressed his face into my neck, in full view of his men.
I felt angrier by the moment. His grip did not allow for a break out as I attempted to get out. I succeeded only in getting into a compromising position in his laps.
“What is it you want, Kayda? I must know.” He growled. The witch had exited the premises, the few minutes of the s
