Her Villainous Mate
Almost involuntarily, I gulped, my throat feeling dry as the air between us charged with something hot and sweltering, making something warm flutter low in my belly.
When he was but a hair's breath away from me, his heady scent invading my senses, he bent a little, so his mouth was right next to my ear when he spoke, "Trust me, my little kitten, you don't want me to punish you. Because when I do, the last thing you would want from me would be for me to stop. Now, be a good girl and go shower, yes?" he murmured, his voice huskier than ever, sending chills down my spine and making my knees weaken.
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