Maya smiled bitterly as she took a step toward Silas, her hands slowly pushing down the spaghetti straps of her nightdress. "Disgusted? Really? There are plenty of men who would do anything to touch me, to fuck me—how can you not want me? Stop lying to yourself, darling."
She moved in closer, her body brushing against his as her fingers trailed down his chest. "Luis isn't coming back. No one will disturb us," she whispered seductively, pressing herself against him. "Stay with me and enjoy the evening. I'll take you on a tour of heaven."
Her hand slid down toward his crotch, but before she could reach her target, Silas grabbed her wrist with a firm grip. In one swift motion, he pushed her away. With lightning speed, his hand flew up and delivered a sharp slap across her face.
