If it's a present, she can't refuse him. Lyn nodded, and a sly smile appeared on his face, "Pleased, Princess?"
"I'm happy," she muttered. Father always taught her to appreciate everything given to her, especially because of her circumstances. While she seldom wore makeup, Lyn liked cute and pretty things just like any average girl her age.
Rhys leaned forward, "I'll get you more things," he brushed his lips against her ear, "When you become mine."
Lyn said nothing, and Rhys squeezed her hands.
She shuddered as his lips lingered on her ear, what is he trying to do? When she felt his other hand wrap around her waist, Lyn pulled him away from her, and she hits him.
