Ryu took another chair to sit in front of her...before oh-so-slowly reaching for her legs under her dress.
His touch was like fire, but when she started to look down—-
"Eyes on me."
Her stunned gaze flew back up at his command.
"And you can't look down until I say so."
His hands slowly traveled up her trembling thighs, and her breath caught when his fingers came into contact with the waistband—-aaaah.
Ryu's gorgeous face remained impassive as he tore the scrap of silk from her flesh, and Summerine was no longer sure if she was trembling out of fear...or shameful excitement.
Maybe even both?
He pocketed the torn piece of fabric while his gaze locked her in place.
"Open your legs."
No. No. No.
Her mind reeled at the command even as her legs parted open.
"Wider."
Had she already turned into his slave without knowing it, and that was why she was unable to resist his command?
"Wider."
His tone wasfirmernow.
Like a master to his slave, she realized helplessly even as unused muscles in her legs began to protest.
"I can smell your desire,wife."
The shocking intimacy of his words, and the fact that it was Ryu's first time to address her in such a way, had her body shuddering in a way that thrilled and terrified her at the same time. And when she, too, started to notice how a musky scent had tinged the air...
Fire burst in her cheeks, and the way his gaze gleamed only had her face feeling hotter than ever.
Summerine couldn't ever remember feeling thismortified.
Thisexposed.
But most of all, she couldn't remember feeling thisrestless.
It was as if flames of lust were licking every inch of her, and she had to fight against the urge to start writhing in the chair.
"You're starting to feel it, don't you?"
Oh no.
The way he was taunting her was so much like the Ryu in her dreams, and it just made her feelmoreof everything.
Mortified.
Exposed.
And so, soachinglyrestless that just as she started to wonder if she was about to lose her mind—-
