Paris's POV:
"You still think so highly of yourself, captain. I guess there is no cure for someone as self-absorbed as you. But rest assured that little fun we had did not mean a thing to me, you were good I admit, but that is that," hearing her say it, my hold tightened.
"You are saying it meant nothing to you, just sharing your body with one of your lowly subjects then," I hissed against her ear as I waited for her answer.
"Yes, nothing but that," she met my eyes with an impassionate stare that I couldn't stop myself.
My head dipped low and my lips hungrily claimed hers, my anger finding its way as my arms snaked around her waist and my tongue forced hers to dance with mine.
My hands found her crown and tossed it away, her hair freely flowing as her pins come undone.
"Say you don't mean it, you don't mean any of the things you said. Say it."
"I mean it, I meant it all," she hissed back, my anger refueled as I lost all my senses and backed her against the wall.
