(Asher's POV)
Gasps filled the room as I tore Nyxa's dress apart, leaving her in nothing but her panties.
Her eyes widened as she glanced at me, her breath hitching when I reached for her last piece of clothing with a smirk.
Getting intimate with a queen, right in front of her followers, would be thrilling. But no.
Not yet.
The crowd wasn't that appealing. I needed more people.
I would play her own game to bring her down.
Trailing a finger along her stomach, I slowly moved upward to her chest, then leaned into her left ear. "I want you again in the third match tomorrow morning," I whispered.
Her body tensed—maybe from my hot breath deliberately teasing her skin, or from my fingers tracing slow circles over her. Either way, her SF level was rising. This bitch of a guardian…
