Mirabel's POV
There was something dangerous about watching her eat.
Janelle sat across from me, fork in hand, eyes darting between her pancakes and my face like she was afraid I might steal the food off her plate.
Cute. She didn't know I wanted to devour her instead.
She licked maple syrup off her lip and I almost moaned. Right there. In a public café.
It was past ten. The place was calm, just a few tables filled. She wore one of the soft dresses I picked ivory silk, too delicate for a virgin who had cried on my tongue last night. She didn't protest. I think she liked being dressed by me. Owned by me.
"Eat," I told her, leaning back in my seat. "You'll need your strength."
Her eyes widened. Her hand froze halfway to her mouth.
"W-Why?" she asked. Voice a little too innocent.
I smiled. "Because I plan to take you shopping next. And then I'm locking you back in my apartment till your body forgets what it's like not to shake."
She nearly choked.
I handed her water, pretending not to smirk.
God, she was soft. I loved the way she blushed. The way she didn't know if she was angry, horny, or just… overwhelmed.
I was going to ruin her slowly.
Just as I was about to say something else, a waitress approached. Young. Pretty. Definitely bold.
"Anything else I can get for you?" she asked me not even sparing Janelle a glance.
I raised an eyebrow. "No."
She smiled. Too wide. Too flirty.
But what made me freeze was the way Janelle tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled back.
I. Saw. Red.
When the waitress left, I leaned forward and said, "Don't do that again."
"Do what?" she asked, playing dumb.
"You smiled at her."
"She smiled first."
"And?"
"And she was cute," Janelle whispered.
Oh.
Oh, so the shy virgin had claws now?
I licked my bottom lip slowly. "Good. Now I know I need to put the remote back in you tonight."
Her fork fell.
And my smile turned wicked.
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To be continued