Touch me, Ruin me: Daddy's pet
Alaric's gaze had been fixed entirely on her.
A low, unamused scoff slipped out of me as the image replayed in my mind.
Alaric Voss. That man had been genuinely happy last night, not faking it like he usually did. As much as I hated him, I knew him well. He was a man—no, a devil who hid his true self behind the smile he’d perfected over the past two years. Whether he was angry, pleased or irritated, Alaric would simply smile, his eyes glistening with that infuriating amusement that always got under my skin.