Chapter 74: Sweet torture.
*~ Caspian’s POV~*
"Fine. What do you want?" I spat, my voice sharp. "Just stay away from me, you heartless monster."
Her face didn’t flinch. Not even a twitch of guilt or pain. I was waiting for it—for a glimpse of the woman I once knew. The one who used to call Cayden a monster with real hatred in her eyes. Maybe if I said it to her face, perhaps if I called her what she feared most... it would snap her out of this.
But she didn’t flinch.
She smirked.
"Will you still call me a monster," she purred, her voice like silk and sin, "when you’re deep inside me, tugging my hair, your size stretching me open while you growl like you did that night?"
I froze. Flabbergasted. Her words wrapped around me like a noose.
And then...God help me...she moved. Slowly, deliberately, her fingers lifted to the hem of her gown. My heart thudded. No. No, not now.
She slipped one sleeve down, then the other, revealing the smooth curve of her shoulder, her collarbone. I swallowed. Hard. A heat swirled low in my stomach, tightening, roaring. Don’t react. Don’t give in.
But my body betrayed me.
The gown slid lower, past her breasts, exposing her black lace bra, until it fluttered to her knees and pooled at her feet. Now she stood before me in nothing but that bra and matching panties. Her skin glowed. Her figure slender, soft, and dangerous was carved like a siren meant to destroy men.
"Now," she whispered, stepping out of her dress completely. "Come to me, Caspian. And don’t hold back. Growl for me. Just like you did earlier ... I need to fuck the angry version of you tonight."
