Maximus's POV
She stayed on her knees, head tilted just enough for me to catch that glint in her eye. That dangerous, smug glint.
My entire body went taut. Every instinct screamed to grab her, shove her against the tile, and make her pay for that tone. But I didn’t move—yet.
Instead, I watched.
She didn’t wait for an answer. Her hand came up, fingers curling lightly around my shaft, and I sucked in a sharp breath through my teeth. The contact was light at first, just enough to remind me she was touching me… and enough to make my c**k twitch in her grip.
Her smirk deepened.
The sponge in her other hand followed, sliding lazily down my length, slow enough to be infuriating. She pretended to focus, like she was polishing something precious, her brows drawn in mock concentration.
Godde
