I stepped closer, and she withdrew until her ass hit the edge of a table. “Do not play games with me, Emika.”
She swallowed hard.
“Did you know about this?”
She shook her head. “That he was buying information from your men? No.”
“Then what do you know?”
“Nothing. I don’t know anything,” she answered, trying to stay as calm as possible. “And honestly, I don’t appreciate this interrogation.” Her face twisted into a frown. “You can’t leave the house for hours without explanation, only to return and begin to accuse me of treachery.”
My eyes dropped to her quivering lips as she stared at me like she was unaffected by my intimidating gaze.
Despite her attempts at staying calm and collected, I could see right through her. She was shaking. Not from guilt. From fear. The sight of her glassy eyes and slightly trembling lips cracked something in me.
I hated how seeing her like this softened me, making my anger dissolve like ice. “What happened the day you went to see your grandfather?”
“We talked about my mother’s condition,” she began, her voice smooth and steady. “He gave me some advice on marriage, and the rest of the time, he was just blabbing about politics.” She paused, staring right into my eyes. “That’s all.”
She sounded convincing, like she genuinely had no hand in this. A part of me was starting to feel bad about accusing her. However, the other part, the dark one, still wasn’t completely convinced.
With no concrete evidence, though, I had no case against her. So, I was going to let this slide for now.
“Okay,” I said, staring into those adorable eyes of hers.
Her scowl deepened. “Okay?” She pulled her head back. “That’s all you have to say to me?Okay?” She pushed against my chest. “You owe me an apology.”
Her audacity raised my brows and prompted a corny smirk on my lips. “I don’t do apologies.”
“Well, you’re gonna have to get creative because I’m not letting this one go.” She folded her arms across her chest, her gaze unwavering. “You crossed the line. So, you’ll have to pay.”
My smirk broadened, my lustful eyes roaming her gorgeous body. “I can think of a few ways to atone for my crimes,” I whispered in her face, my palm caressing her arm.
She flinched at my touch, her breath hitched in her throat. She uncrossed her arms and gripped the edge of the table behind her. “Wh—what’re you doing?” Her low voice trembled.
“Since I can’t apologize with my words,” I murmured seductively. “I might as well apologize with my mouth.” I began kissing the nape of her neck.
“Adrik…” she whimpered, her breath coming in short gasps. “This…this wasn’t what I meant.”
“I know.” I began sliding my hands up her thighs, feeling her smooth skin beneath mine.
She bit her lips, her fingers tightening around the edge of the table. The second I settled on her underpants, she let out a quiet gasp.
“Naughty, naughty,” I whispered, holding her gaze. “What made you so wet?” My finger slid underneath her panties.
She moaned, her face twisting in pleasure.
I caressed her clit with my thumb while gliding my middle finger up and down her slippery entrance. “Were you thinking about me?”
No answer. Just her sweet moans.
I pushed deeper. And deeper. And deeper. I enjoyed watching her expression darken with desire as the intoxicating scent of her arousal invaded my senses.
“Tell me. Were you fantasizing about me?” I pressed on.
She nodded, pursing her lips together.
“Say it.”
