“Show me.”
Arthur’s muscles locked.
Fucking naughty little girl.
His entire body burned with restraint as he forced himself to his feet, towering over her. His fists clenched at his sides; his jaw tight. Her gaze was dark, full of something reckless, something dangerous.
“Little girl…” His voice was rough, full of warning, yet it came out more like a growl than an actual protest.
Sheila tilted her head, her fingers trailing up his chest, her touch featherlight yet scorching.
How can someone so drunk be in such control?
“Show me how fearful…” she hesitated, eyes flickering downward, lingering, teasing. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “…you could be.”
God. He knew she would regret this the next morning if she woke up, so he stood up.. pushing her backwards gently.
“You have no idea
