"Is it good?" Mathias asked gently.
Carla had nearly finished the drink. She blinked, her reaction a bit slow. "Yes, it's good."
A drunk Carla was very obedient, speaking slowly. Her clear, beautiful eyes stared straight at him. Mathias felt as if a feather had brushed across his heart, making it tingle and itch.
Unable to resist, he covered Carla's eyes with his hand. "Don't look at me like that."
Suddenly plunged into darkness, Carla blinked in confusion. "I can't see."
"Yes, it's night now. Carla should go to sleep," Mathias coaxed softly.
Carla tilted her head and asked, "Why can't I look at you?"
Mathias swallowed, his eyes darkening. His lowered voice was like a siren's whisper, filled with temptation. "Because it makes me want to bully you, very hard, very hard..."
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