"So that was the goal all along," he accused in a murmur.

It was in a mounting state of frustration that Kyros stormed onto the lacrosse field, all business. His eyes darted between each helmeted player as they all slowed to a halt, confounded by the Prince's presence on their field.

His hands found their way into her hair, his breath leaving him. He marveled at the sweet softness of her lips, the gentle touch of her fingertips on his chest. It was all of his dangerous fantasies come to life.

Kyros wrenched the stick out of his hands and cast it aside, saying severely, "You and I need to have a conversation."

"With the amount of chemistry we've been oozing?" He replied. "It didn't stand a chance."

Kyros, taken aback and at this point fuming, stood his ground. "Do that again." His voice dripped with disdain. "I dare you."

"You don't have a choice, do you?" He retorted. "You want to do this in front of all your little friends-- fine. Tell me what you said to her."

"To be fair, it wouldn't be hard if you didn't constantly ping pong back and forth on whether you wanted me to jump your bones or fuck off and leave you alone." He pointed out.

"Celebrate? I'm here doing damage control. What did you say to her?" He pressured.

"Well," his hand found its way to her knee, then wandered up the length of her thigh. "You've got me locked down tight now."