"Felix Fields," she chuckled, her voice carrying a faint, almost imperceptible tremor. "Are you planning to do what you did last time? Do you think that's some kind of punishment for me?"
She paused, then deliberately said in a nonchalant tone, "But have you ever considered... that if you're not around, there are other men..."
She suppressed the unfamiliar stirring of desire he had provoked, intentionally using her words to needle him, trying to make him give up on his own.
But before the word "men" could even leave her lips, a slight, sharp pain pricked her neck. He had actually bitten her—not too hard, not too soft.
Josie Quinn stared at the thick hair on top of the man's head and cried out in pain.
She had thought such a blatant provocation would completely infuriate him and make him lose interest.
