"Distract me," Amelia said. Otherwise, she just might beg him for a happy ending. Something she couldn't allow herself to do. He said they would mate soon. Which meant, now was not the time. She might ask Stefan to f**k her…finish this business, or maybe... This wasn't just a dream.
Or was she supposed to beg? Before, in the bedroom, he'd said, 'not until you beg me.' Was that what he wanted now? What did he expect? To work her into a frenzy and hear her plea? Well, she would—
Wait? Did she meet this guy before? She couldn't remember a thing, but she was sure of it.
"Distract you how, Amelia?" He asked, surprising her.
Okay, so begging wasn't on the menu. Astonished with herself, she fought a wave of disappointment. "Tell me a story."
Stefan stilled. "A story?"
"Yes." Amelia cracked
