Offered to the Cruel Alpha king
Michael stood motionless, everything happening was just as surprising to him as it was to me.
Seeing that he did not move an inch, Athena rose from the bed, covering the distance between them in seconds.
With the knife in one hand, pointing towards him, she unbuttoned his shirt with the other hand, rubbing her hand tentatively across his chest, moaning as she did. All the while, Michael monitored her, watching the movement of the knife and her face, plotting his next move.
When she was done with unbuttoning his shirt, she tried to pull him towards the bed, but he was defiant. He held out, resisted.
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