"Oh?" Alex drawled, his voice thick with mocking amusement. "My dear slut was planning to make me her plaything?"
He tilted his head, a mischievous, predatory smirk spreading across his lips as he began walking toward her slowly, each step deliberate and unhurried, like a lion approaching trapped prey.
Natalia flinched hard. Her heart slammed against her ribs. She had been caught red-handed, her bold declaration still hanging in the air like a challenge she was clearly not ready to back up.
How much had he heard? The bold declaration, her succubus vow, her plan to make him beg — everything.
Panic flooded her mind. 'Is my secret still safe? What will he do now?'
She stood frozen, unsure whether to run, fight, or seduce, as he closed the distance.
"Relax…" Alex said softly, stopping right in front of her. His smirk deepened as he took in her panicked expression. "I'm not going to eat you."
He leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.
"…Or maybe I am."
