Chapter 166: Cunning
Riven rose to his knees on the bed, slowly, theatrically tugging at the hem of his shirt. He locked eyes with Soren and, in an exaggeratedly slow motion, began peeling it up—inch by inch, revealing smooth, pale skin underneath. His tone dropped into a faux sultry whisper. "You sure you can handle the view without touching?"
Soren didn’t react outwardly, but Riven saw the faint flare of his nostrils, the minuscule twitch in his jaw. Victory.
The shirt came off completely. Riven tossed it aside and held his arms out. "Ta-da~.
Soren’s eyes swept over him with deliberate slowness. He didn’t move an inch.
And that made Riven itch.
"...You really are punishing me," Riven muttered.
"Now, off with the trousers." Soren had his arms crossed, and a smile played on his lips. He was forcing Riven to put on a show, wasn’t he?
Riven pouted but complied, he was not insane, he was not going to disobey Soren.
He slowly pulled and tugged until it was off, his legs were on full display and Riven for the first time felt a bit shameful. He was here... Naked and pretty, yet Soren did not budge. Has his appeal gone down?! That can’t be!
"Now, reach in for the drawer, and you will find the ring. And you know what to do with it."
Soren was enjoying this. Of course, he would. Why wouldn’t he? He wasn’t the one suffering. He stood there composed, elegant, and infuriatingly calm while Riven sulked like a scolded cat.