THE FIRST KILL

Dacre was not happy to hear that. "Of course, I can. I am the King." He felt like he was being challenged and now he saw Khaos differently, especially with the way he replied to him.

The taste of victory over the coup that tried to kill him was rather addictive. He felt invincible, as if death couldn't touch him. The thrill Dacre felt as he watched those who had tried to betray him fall to their knees, their expressions crestfallen upon realizing their attempt had failed, was unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

The satisfaction he got from that was even greater than that of having mind blowing sex.

Khaos didn't hold back with his reply either. "I want to see you try."

Hearing that, Dacre felt anger boil in his veins. He stood up. His jaw hardened. "Is that a threat?"