Hearing Lillian's flirtatious words, Claude's chest muscles tightened for a moment, but soon he relaxed again.
A wicked smile played on his face as his intense gaze bored into Lillian's eyes. "So, what do you want me to do?"
"Roughly," Lillian blurted out.
As soon as the words left her mouth, a blush crept up her neck, and a flicker of regret sparked within her. Even their usual lovemaking was sometimes a bit much for her to handle. If Claude truly got rougher, would she even get out of bed perfectly that night?
But alongside the regret, a thread of anticipation wove through her thoughts.
Claude always acted as a hunter with ease. What would he be like if he were to get rougher?
The mere thought sent shivers down Lillian's spine.
"I hope my performance tonight will satisfy you, Miss
