Whether it was because of his explicit words or his audacious actions, Mia Grant felt the air around her grow thin.
What had started as just a meal and a chat gradually shifted. The air grew heavy and moist, and Mia felt as if she were on a speedboat, tossed about by the waves.
She bit down hard on her lower lip, but the man behind her was utterly wicked. His fingers pried her teeth apart, forcing a sound from her.
Not only that, but he viciously bit her ear, and while nuzzling against her, he didn't forget to attend to other spots.
'He was utterly depraved.'
A short shriek escaped her lips, only to be completely swallowed by his.
Hearing her cry out, he laughed in satisfaction, his chest rumbling. Just then, a phone on the table began to ring.
Mia Grant froze, then snapped to her senses and pounded on his forearm. "My... phone!"
