Sin For me, Daddy.
It was a thing of surprise to see the almighty Alactor Merikh doing mere things like opening a car door for a lady, regardless of who she was.
As Rosealba settled into the back seat of the Mercedes Maybach Exelero, which had an opulent exterior and radiated confidence that Rosealba suddenly felt worthy of—Drystan hand held the door and he leaned in, his face an inch away from hers, his hot breath fanning her nose.
His hand reached for her face and he tossed the stubborn strands of hair away from her forehead. “You didn't think I would let you leave without getting a kiss, did you?”