Edeline
The echoing claps died out, leaving a suffocating silence in the room that smelled faintly of expensive cologne.
Auric leaned his head back against the headboard, his lips parting into a slow, wicked grin that made my stomach turn.
"Well played, Sugarplum. You managed to exceed my expectations once again, it's so f*****g hot. You're gonna get me hard talking like that."
A hysterical wave of frustration surged up my throat, so intense I wanted to yank my hair out by the roots. Why was he so relaxed? Why was he sitting there looking at me like I was an entertaining toy, while my chest felt like it was being crushed by an iron band? The asymmetry of it was maddening. I was pouring every ounce of my soul, my rage, and my terror into fighting him, and he was treating it like an
