"Remember, Princess, this wouldn't happen if you just spit at my dick."
Isla was enveloped in rage and embarrassment from his words that it was difficult to narrow down the cause. Was she turned on, or was she disgusted? She wanted to cry, knowing how confusing her own feelings were.
She couldn't accept how she enjoyed his vulgar comments, wondering if there was something wrong in her head. This barbaric man's inappropriate joke confused her taste in flirting.
No. This was manipulation. This man was trying to play with her emotions! Why would an evil tyrant be so good in bed?!
Sebastian's sudden tease made her heart pound faster. Her breathing became shallow, and her pulse accelerated.
No, she was angry at herself for getting turned on by his crude words. How could she enjoy someone like him? He was a monster!
A loud moan escaped her lips as she felt his hot breath against the nape of her neck.
