Faie were turning up missing … or dead. As alarming as that was, the growing suspicion and distrust in her lover’s eyes was worse to Roxy’s mind. She craved Ashton’s touch more than the air she breathed. It was unthinkable that he would turn his back on her … turn on her More
“Because in this mystery, even the goblins see you as the prize,” Ashton answered before the Unseelie prince could.
“I’m no prize,” Roxy insisted.
“Time will tell, Doll. But, they either fear, desire, or hate you. If you aren’t leading them, then they are scheming against you and will wait until you screw up,” Alexander said and then flicked her hair again.
Roxy clenched her teeth together to keep herself in check. Otherwise, there might be the slight misfortune of someone getting spit on. She held herself together, until Alexander reached her wrist and then kissed the top of her hand.
“I do hope I win the prize in this game,” he muttered.
Moving faster than she could think, Roxy grabbed the switchblade from her waistband and swung at the prince. Ashton caught her arm from behind, igniting her blood-lust. Turning her toward him, Ashton braced her body against his. She thrashed against him as he clenched his hands down tight around her wrist holding the blade. Ashton positioned his leg between hers, and then forced her off balanced by twisting sideways. It made Roxy cling to him or fall on her back. She gripped his harness while he pried the blade from her other hand. He moved quickly and easily ripped the weapon from her grasp. Madness detonated inside her soul when he rendered her defenseless. She didn’t know where he put her switchblade; she didn’t care. Her thoughts were more barbaric. She wanted to hurt him – attack him – tear his body apart and bathe in his blood.
Ashton didn’t bother looking down at her, which infuriated Roxy even more. Instead he glared at the Unseelie prince. When she started to pound her fist against his chest, he stepped back and grabbed the back of her legs. Jerking her off the ground, he dug his nails against her skin.
She gasped as her intense anger shifted into a hunger for which there was only one way to satisfy. Ashton tore her skirt, freeing her legs freeing her legs from the restrictions of the pencil skirt. She eagerly wrapped them around him. Ashton pulled her waist against his as his hands slipped under the skirt that barely hung from her hips. Unable to contain herself, she slid her fingers through his hair. Twirling the locks around them, she twisted the locks into knots and then pulled him closer to her. Ashton glared at the Unseelie deepened when a gasp escaped Roxy’s throat. Her heart raced with uncontrollable fervor. Her hands slid up and down his smooth chest.
“She’s not a prize to be won,” Ashton said. Hate coated his compliment.