Hot Mom's Desire
His lips felt hot against her skin, a painful contrast to the frost in his eyes.
"Pleased to meet you, Mommy," Xavier whispered, emphasizing the word with deep mockery.
As he pulled back, he leaned slightly toward her, close enough for his sharp, masculine scent to overwhelm her senses. "You look very expensive tonight, Elara. How much did my father pay to make you kneel at his feet?"
Elara’s blood ran cold. "Xavier, how is this possible?" she whispered, barely audible.
"Nothing is impossible, Mom. We’ve been reunited, haven't we? You walked right into your own hell," he hissed intimidatingly.