Athan didn't want to hear another word about Dominic from Rachel's mouth.
He lifted her up, supported her hips, and pinned her against the wall, spreading her legs apart.
Suspended in midair, Rachel instinctively wrapped her arms around Athan's neck.
Her entire body clung to him, arms and legs intertwined.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of Athan's lips, pleased with Rachel's compliance.
The anger of him slowly dissipated.
He tore off her coat and threw it to the ground without a second thought.
The woman's sexy nightgown was revealed, a patch of ethereal skin on her chest as seductive as white porcelain in the light.
Athan's throat felt dry and tight; his eyes darkened.
His big hand slowly began to explore.
"Who makes you feel more, him or me? Hmm?"
Rachel couldn't answer.
