"Take off your clothes, play pet," Drexton said, his voice dangerously calm.
Time paused.
Ixora froze.
Just like ice, his words were slowly going into her nerves.
Her eyes remained fixed on his, but turned into a glare.
Her palms folded into a fist as his words replayed in her head.
Each word marking its territory deep into her skin, heart and soul.
"What. Did. You. Just. Say?" she muttered through clenched teeth. Her eyes threw daggers at him.
Drexton sank deeper into the chair. "Take off your clothes, play pet," he repeated. Same voice. Same aura.
Ixora's eyes turned red, and she stood.
"To hell with you," she said, and flipped the table upside down.
The whole content on the table came crashing to the ground, and Drexton didn't even for once flinch, nor did his gaze leave he
