"What?" Cixi questioned bewilderedly.
She tried to free herself, twisting, but his grip on her wrists did not give a way. "You are a pervert!"
"Did I make too blunt a statement?" Cassian mused, entirely unbothered. "Probably should have gone for the gentleman's approach. Let me rephrase." He lowered his voice to something velvety. "Your delectable curves were practically designed for discipline, Lousy Kisser. That exquisite backside is begging for my attention. You again trying to slap me felt like a provocation. A provocation I simply cannot ignore anymore. You want this, or how else will you explain why you would dare to try to slap me once more?" His fingers traced the dip of her waist, lingering just above the swell of her hips. "Shall we discuss how perfectly my hand would fit against those rounds, tempting flesh? Or would you prefer I demonstrate instead?"
A treacherous warmth bloomed low in her belly at his words. She crushed it immediately.
