Chapter 15
“W-What?” Nyra stuttered, horrified.
Kael growled lowly and leaned away from her ear. His eyes met hers. “I said. Take off the damn dress.”
Still, she refused.
Were they actually going to do this?
She knew she'd been a stripper for a few months and many men had eyes on her, but never for once had she had s*x. Not even with someone as cold as Alpha Kael Draven.
The son of the man who'd killed her mother.
“I'm getting impatient, flame. I swear if you don't take it off, I'm tearing it.” he muttered and cursed under his breath as if he couldn't hold it in.
Her whole body lit. Absentmindedly, she felt something trickling in-between her thighs–shit. Was she dripping wet?!
Before she could blink an eye, he tore her dress, and it came on the floor in pieces–leaving her expose
