(Music recommendation; Feel it by Michele Morrone
"Little Lamb, on the bed, now." Came Ivan's daring command as he unhurriedly unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt, slowly revealing the tantalizing view of his porcelain skin. His crimson eyes, which monitored her like a hawk, wanted her to do the exact opposite of his command, he wanted her to act stubborn so he could pounce on her, but… to his momentary surprise, she simply sat on the bed, as if she already predicted his initial motive if she chose to decline him.
She knew him that well?
