Nikolai~
I moved back, gesturing with my finger. "He's all yours." She stood up, grabbing the chair and trailing it behind her to sit right in front of that fucker who had already pissed his pants.
Bastard!
Her gaze met mine. I nodded in acknowledgment; she might just be the devil's little spawn.
And that devil is finally free...
"Hello, daddy," she started. A surge of possessiveness washed over me. My stance changed, and I cleared my throat loudly, making my discomfort at the newly established name clear. She turned around, arching a brow with a cold, mocking smile. I took a step back, watching the show.
"Now, you said something about spreading my legs wide." My ears flared up. Bloody twat! Cassandra remained calm, taking it a lot easier than I thought.
"So…" she continued, depressing his legs with her knees, she slowly turned in my direction. "I'll keep these legs open then," she finished.
