"Do you know what they do to those mischievous cubs, my sweet kitten?" Mikel's voice struck like a lightning and Sylvia couldn't help but shudder with a bad premonition.
Something was going to happen and she was surely not going to like it. She could tell.
As she stared back at him in puzzlement, Mikel chuckled and leaned forward, his face brushing hers and whispered in her ears. "Close your eyes."
Sylvia absent-mindedly obeyed him, closing her eyes, waiting and wondering what was going to happen.
Her heart drummed anxiously and her ears heated up from the man's warm breath.
Sylvia bit her lips and waited for it.
She could feel his finger tracing the edges of her neck, trailing down to her collar bone and stopping at the center.
The knot in her throat moved up and down uncomfortably.
What is he going to do? Her eyes fluttered, her brows furrowing in distress.
