“Undress. Dance for me. And then I’ll think about letting you go…”
She pushes weakly at my shoulder. A little… She seriously thinks she can fend me off with those powers?
“I won’t do that!” she cries and tries to squirm away again.
“When my boyfriend finds out…—”
“Ah, yes, you’re such a good girl,” I murmur, smiling. She won’t undress… And she won’t fulfill my whims…
“It’s fine. I’ll spoil you.”
I lean in. I catch her unusual, delicious scent. I look closely at her tense face, at her bold but frightened eyes… I like her irritation. How she resists. How she tries to play the innocent.
“Bastard,” she hisses in my face. Like—like she’s about to let her claws out any second…
“Yes, yes, doll,” I continue teasing her. “Your bastard…”