Elara's POV
“So you think I can’t make you c*m on my fingers?” Thorne asked, his voice low and dangerous. His silver eyes locked on mine with a challenge that made my stomach flip.
I tilted my head, trying to look unbothered even though my heart was racing. “You won’t get a sound from me.”
Deep down I knew I was digging my own grave. Why did I even accept this? Being this close to him, with his mark on my neck pulsing like a live wire, was already making my body feel things I didn’t want to feel. But saying no would have made him think I was scared of him. And I refused to give him that satisfaction.
He leaned down until his lips were almost touching mine. “Your body, princess…it says how much you want me close.”
Princess? He did not just call me that. My face burned, but before I cou
