Kraven's palm tapped against his lap like an answer to her question.
The realization struck Isadora hard, her cheeks burning as her wide eyes descended on his lap. 'He can't be serious.'
She lifted her gaze back to him and even though he was smirking he looked damn serious.
Isadora's breath caught as she stepped back in panic, her cheeks warming up more and her head on the verge of exploding at the idea of doing something so embarrassing in front of everyone.
There was no way in the seven gods' name she'd do that. She'd rather run away!
Kraven's smirk instantly vanished at her actions. The look in her eyes was obvious about what she wanted to do.
His expression darkened as his jaw clenched in a tight hold, as in a heartbeat, he grabbed her hand, using the other to lift her effortlessly onto his lap before she could protest.
His strong arms locked around her like steel, his lips grazing her ear like a warning, causing goosebumps to Isadora's skin.
