The moment Isadora heard his threatening words, reality slipped back in—the horror of what almost happened consumed her.
'What did I just do?' she thought, mortified. She'd rubbed herself against him and almost…
Her breath hitched as her mind went in a spiral. What in the name of the seven gods was she thinking?!
'No, no, no!'
Her plan backfired!
Kraven gripped her jaw in a possessive hold, reminding her of the consequences of her action.
He pinned her down with a look that caused her to liquify. She'd indeed played a dangerous game and if his little bunny thought she could get away with it, she thought wrong.
She wanted a show? Then he would gladly give it to her.
Isadora gasped, panicking, as she felt the pressure of his hand gripping her leathers, an impulsive need to rip it off.
"Cat got your tongue, love? Can't handle the taste of your own poison?" He gripped her pants tighter. "I'm sure you'll enjoy the taste when I fuck you in front of them."
