"Strip," he commanded after he closed the curtains and lit up candlelight to illuminate the whole chamber.
"N-No..." I shook my head vigorously but there was a part of me that I wanted to do it.
"Do it now, Rachelle, or do you want me to rip your clothes?" he warned. I didn't move and didn't listen to him. I inhaled, waiting for him to make it come true. Claude looked at me with desire in his eyes as in one swift motion, he ripped my clothes using his claws. That made me gasp from his action I didn't expect he would do.
I looked at him in disbelief, dropping my jaw. "Claude..." I felt aroused all of a sudden. How could I find it hot when he did that?
He leaned forward as I felt his warm mouth to my ear, grazing my earlobe. "Strip now, my love. I promise you heaven," he whispered huskily.
I bit my lower lip as I looked at him, hypnotized by his words. I heaved out a sigh reaching for my ripped clothes and undressing while he was still holding the belt.
