I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and sank my fingers into his dark locks.
“What are you doing?” he asked, one of his dark brows arched.
“I don’t know, but I hope I don’t regret it.” Then I pulled him forwards and crushed my lips to his.
Byron reacted instantly, forcing my lips open wide and thrusting his tongue to the back of my throat. He tasted like bad decisions and carnal promises. Like a pretty poison in my veins, and I knew he would probably be the death of me, but I couldn’t find it in me to care because at that moment, he rocked his hips against mine, grinding his dick against my own and holy fuck, he felt so good.
His fingers gripped my jaw firmly, holding my mouth open wide so he could sweep his tongue along long the length of mine. His hands and hips held me in place while he claimed my mouthas his own, leaving no inch of it untouched. I might have been the one to start the kiss, but Byron was taking complete control.
His touch burnt like fire, stripping away my defences piece by piece, until all that was left was this moment. This one perfect moment where it was just him and me and a kiss that left me breathless. It was savage. Brutal.Dark.Just like him.
“Take me away, Byron,” I begged against his lips.
He swallowed my plea like he owned it, like he’d dragged it from the very depth of my soul.
Byron’s mouth pulled into a wide smile, and he moaned against my mouth. “With absolute fucking pleasure, baby.”
He sank his teeth into my bottom lip, and I hissed as he split the skin. The coppery tang of blood hit my tongue as he gave me another dirty kiss. I slid my hands down his sides and over the curve of his ass. Fuck, it felt so good in my hands.
I moaned into his mouth, and he ate it up like his favourite goddamn meal.
Suddenly, my head was yanked to the side, and something sharp was jabbed into my neck. I was so disoriented, it took me a second to realise what he’d done.
“You fucking prick!” I yelled as I clasped the side of my neck.
He took a step backwards, capping the syringe as he stepped deeper into the room and further away from me. “It’s for your own protection.”
I called my magic to me, but it sputtered and died in my veins. “What have you done?”
“Just a little cocktail that I got from an associate of mine. Don’t worry. It’ll wear off, eventually.”
Fuck. I took a step toward him and immediately pitched forward, my legs turning to jelly beneath me. I landed on the floor in a heap and rolled over onto my back. The world started spinning and Byron swam in and out of focus as he loomed above me.
“I didn’t think I’d get the chance to use it so soon,” he said as he lay on the ground next to me.
I tried to roll away, but whatever magic potion was in there must have a sedative at its core. My limbs were heavy and refusing to cooperate so all I could do was watch as he curled up next to me and hooked one of his legs over mine like we were snuggling up in bed together.
Byron hummed in satisfaction and it sounded like a cute little purr of a contented kitten. “We’re going to have so much fun together. I’ll keep you away from your father. Somewhere where he can’t find you. I’ll protect you, baby.”
I turned to look at him. A lock of his black hair had fallen over his forehead and into his eyes. His mouth was still swollen from my kiss, and at this distance, I could see a couple of freckles smattered across the bridge of his nose. He might be psychotic, but he was also incredibly beautiful.
“Would you really…kill him…for me?” My words were slurred and thick with sleep, but I had to know the answer because even now, drugged and about to slip into unconsciousness, the fact that Byron would kill my dad, made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Although, there was the distinct possibility that feeling was down to the drugs.
Byron cupped my jaw and pressed a soft kiss against my lips. “Absolutely. You’re mine, Wilder Rowan. And I always protect what’s mine.”
My heart swooned. “I’ll get you back for this, kitten. Just… you… wait.”
Then I sank into oblivion without a thought because weirdly, I felt completely safe.
Chapter Eleven
Byron
Wilder was asleep. In my arms.
Unwillingly but still…a guy could pretend.