Ambrose POV
I thought she hated me.
I grinned as I watched her red-faced and shy, slightly trembling in my arms. Not an ounce of hatred or resistance in her eyes.
The dress she was wearing didn't leave much to the imagination. I could see every curve and outline of her body, and it made my member throb with desire.
Even though I said I didn't like her, it would be impossible to resist her tonight. I trailed my lips down her neck and inhaled her sweet scent. She smelled like Jasmine. I kept my grip on her waist then slid them up to cup her breasts. She was a slight little thing, and her breasts fit inside my hand perfectly.
"Ahh...Ambrose, wait," she gasped as I caressed her breast over the thin materials of her dress.
"Wait? Why should I?" I growled. I could feel her hot breath on my
