The Slave Daddy Wouldn't Free
I whispered, leaning into his side as the heavy oak doors opened into the shadowy suite.
Aziel looked down at me, a sharp, slow smirk curving his lips. "We're in a secret, elite sex club.”
My breath hitched in my throat. "What?"
His dark eyes gleamed with amusement at my reaction, his grip tightening around my bare waist. "Why? Are you afraid now, ma bella?"
I swallowed hard, my heart hammering against my ribs, "I'm not,” I replied, my voice shaking just enough to betray me, even as I lifted my chin to meet his smirk.