It was a searing sweet kiss that left Julian craving for more, but unfortunately, Anthony wasn't in a giving mood. The sadistic part of the dominant billionaire wanted to torture his mate, and he couldn't think of a better way than denying him pleasure.
“I thought you forgave me,” Julian whined, frowning like a little kid whose candy has been snatched away by an overbearing grumpy adult.
“I already forgave you, beautiful.” Anthony chuckled lightly.
“Kiss me then,” Julian demanded, bringing his face closer to his mate such that their lips brushed against each other.
“I just kissed you.” Anthony countered softly. His voice had deepened dangerously, which aroused Julian some more. If only someone had told the warrior that he was just getting set up only to be punished with blue balls…
