“I—”
“No. Let me answer my own question, because I can assure you, I wasn’t. That’s something a Royal Bastard doesn’t fuck around with. Claiming an ol’ lady is serious shit, Kira.”
“Ogun—”
His hand spanned the front of my throat the way he seemed to like to do and pulled me close. He gave a light squeeze before pressing his lips to mine. This kiss was so far removed from the mutual assault of our previous kisses that it left me weak in the knees.
“You’re mine, Kira.” He nipped my bottom lip in a teasingly sultry way that sent my heart racing and my lungs shutting down. It was like an all-out war on my senses that had my body in overdrive.
“God, Ogun, you—” Another kiss shut me up.
“I have some shit to take care of, but I’ll be back tonight. Pack a bag with enough for a couple of days. You’re staying with me.”
“But Sasha,” I started. The sound of her name sent her sailing into the room and plowing into Ogun. Little traitor that she was, she was licking the hell out of his hands and arms.
“Bring her. I’ll cage it over.”
“Ogun, I can drive,” I argued, then wondered what the hell I was thinking. Why the actual fuck was I going along with his bossy, asinine demands?
“I’ll text you when I’m on my way,” he said and then he was gone.
In frustration, I huffed.How dare he order me around like I’m his property!
“Damn you, Ogun Dupré!” I growled out. When he got back, I’d try to convince him that anything further happening between us was a really bad idea.
Looking down at where Sasha was staring curiously up at me, I shook my head.
“Don’t you go and take his side. You hear me?”
Her answer was to tip her head in the opposite direction.