A Contract Not To Fall In Love
The fabric parted, revealing her chest, and Ivy's face burned with a mixture of shame and desire.
She was lost in his gaze, trapped in the depths of his intense eyes. Victor's hair was tied back, revealing the sharp planes of his face, and for a moment, Ivy forgot to breathe. He was the epitome of a villain, handsome and cruel, and she was powerless against his charm.
"Little Smith," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "Stop whatever game is playing in your mind. My decision won't change, no matter what you do. And don't tease me, or you'll regret it."