"Eh? Quite the look you have got there, kitten!" Mikel chuckled, amused at the woman's frustration with his intimate action.
"Should a slave really be reacting like this to her Master's touch?" The man's grin widened.
Sylvia ignored the man's taunts and focused on calming herself down, because she knew that right underneath his hand, her heart was pounding crazily, like a dog in heat.
She was worried that it would give her away.
And much to her dismay, this was what the devil wanted as well.
He gazed into her eyes, chuckled at her silence, and then slowly asked, enunciating word for word.
"If you are not hiding anything… why is your heart beating like this?" The man's brows rose subtly, awaiting her response.
Damn it. Sylvia cursed her bad luck inwardly, trying her best to keep a straight face.
"I am not sure, your highness." She mumbled with a weak smile.
Hmmm? The man smiled, his eyes crinkling with mischievous mirth.
