Don't Beg Me, Alpha
Not when the attacker was probably invisible.
“Show yourself,” Draco murmured, his light voice carrying a hint of annoyance.
And a tall lady materialized from the wall.
Black booths. Tight black leather pants. And a black jacket that hugged her figure, revealing an hourglass shape.
Her long mane of voluminous jet-black hair, a sharp contrast to her snow white skin, flowed down to her back, her smoky-eyed makeup adding a hint of darkness to the evil smirk on her face.
“How dare you!” She moved as fast as the wind.