RAINE’S POV
Cyril let out a dark laugh and then grabbed a handful of my ass. “Not that,” he said. “But keep testing me, and you’ll find out exactly what I’ve in mind.”
My breath caught. I wasn’t sure if it was the pressure of his hand or the way his eyes pinned me in place, as if I belonged to him—even here, in public, with designer dresses and mirrored walls around us.
Without thinking, I moved my hand toward his waistband. He stopped me midway.
I bit my lip, my breath shaky. “I want you to touch me.”
He hovered over me and his long fingers dipped under the band of the lingerie, teasing me enough to make me squirm.
“Already soaked, aren’t you?” he rasped. “f*****g knew it.”
I whimpered when his thumb grazed my lower abdomen. “Cyril…”
He bent forward, brushing his lips against
