Chapter 197
- Her nails trail slowly down my chest, not breaking skin, but close. My back arches involuntarily, betraying me, responding to every damn inch of contact.
- I stared up at her, tension coiled like a spring in my spine. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Ayla.”
- She leaned down, her lips brushing my ear. “I know. I want to feel what it's like to have you at my mercy,” she whispers, voice low and laced with something unholy.