"No."
"Lucrezia…"
"Watch your mouth, brat!"
"Auntie…"
"How could you be so stupid? You are almost thirty years old, do you not know how to use a rubber?"
"Madam Akna…"
"I don't want to hear a word from you! Opening your legs like a wh*re!"
That's quite aggressive, old hag. I understand that you need to sell the act in front of your nephew, but no need to degrade me like that.
Nonetheless, it was working.
Killian's face tightened, every muscle sharp with tension.
His jaw clenched so hard the bone stood out in harsh lines.
His lips pressed together in a hard, bloodless line, and his nostrils flared as he pulled in short, uneven breaths.
His eyes locked on Lucrezia, and they burned with something raw, stripped of his usual calm.
His shoulders were rigid, drawn back as if holding himself in place, his hands curling into fists until his knuckles whitened.
A vein pulsed in his temple, throbbing harder with every passing second.
