Yet, I had this urge to have him touch me. It was stronger than my will to show him that I'm not the slut he thought I was.
There was no denying that I'm a slut, but he had no right to call me that. Nevertheless, I don't mind.
“I know I'm a slut.” I took a step towards him. “You can call me anything you want, I won't fault you for that. All I want is for you to touch me.” I removed the shirt I was putting on as I seductively walked towards him. “You don't have to do anything, handsome. Just sit on the floor and allow me to take my pleasure.”
The man glared at me. “Do you know who you are talking to?” He narrowed his eyes at me.
“Who? Don't tell me you are one of the kings?” I gasped. “Oh, my God! You are the demon king?” I asked as a joke, however, the expression on his face caused me to take a step back, shocked.
“What of the dragon king? Isn't he here with you? Why were you separated?” I raised a brow.
