Nevaeh kept pushing her luck just to get the review but it wasn't working so she decided to try in a different way.
"Do you expect a one night stand before I get this damn review? She asked teasingly.
Mordred pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply.
"Nevaeh." His voice was dangerously low, but she only smirked, tilting her head.
"What? I'm just saying... If you want a one-night stand before doing the review, just admit it. Besides, I'm a good rider in bed."
Mordred froze.
Then, he dragged a hand down his face, his patience hanging by a thread.
"You're insane," he muttered.
Nevaeh leaned closer, placing a hand on his chest. "Come on, Mordred. Just imagine it. Me, in your bed, giving you the best night of your life—"
"Nevaeh!" He finally snapped, gripping her wrist and pushing it away. His ears were red. "Shut. Up."
She laughed, actually laughed.
"Oh my God, you're blushing."
"I am not—"
"You totally are." She tapped his cheek playfully, her grin widening. "You act all cold and untouchable, but you can't handle a little teasing, huh?"
Mordred clenched his jaw, inhaling deeply to calm himself.
"Nevaeh," he gritted out. "Get. Out."
She raised an eyebrow. "Not before you agree to the review."
Mordred shut his eyes, willing himself not to lose it.
Mordred had had enough.
The teasing, the persistence, the shameless flirting—it was all pushing him to the edge.
So, he did what he always did when he needed to cool off.
He went to his closet to change.
Finally, a moment of peace—
Until the door swung open with a bang.
Mordred spun around, shirtless, only to find Nevaeh standing there, eyes shamelessly trailing over his toned abs and the piercings on his chest.
She let out a low whistle. "Damn. You're such a baddie."
Mordred cursed under his breath. "Nevaeh, get out."
She didn't move. Instead, she took a step closer.
Mordred stepped back. "I said, respect my boundaries."
Nevaeh tilted her head, smirking. "How can I respect your boundaries when you look this sexy and daring?"
Mordred ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "Nevaeh—"
"What?" She batted her lashes, stepping closer until she was right in front of him.
Mordred's back hit the wall.
Damn it.
Nevaeh placed a hand on his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles. "You know… I could make this a lot easier for you."
Mordred grabbed her wrist. His grip was firm, his eyes burning with frustration. "You're playing a dangerous game, Nevaeh."
She smiled. "And you love it."
Mordred exhaled sharply. This woman was going to be the death of him.
Nevaeh smirked as she pressed a soft kiss against his chest, feeling the way Mordred's muscles tensed beneath her lips. She trailed upward, pressing another kiss against his cheek, her breath warm against his skin.
"Mordred… please," she murmured in a tone so sweet, so intoxicating, it almost sounded dangerous. Her fingers danced along his shoulders, gliding down his toned arms, her nails lightly grazing his skin.
"Just do the review for me. It's all I'm asking."
Mordred clenched his jaw. His heart was hammering, his mind screaming at him to put a stop to this, but his body—his traitorous body—was responding to her touch.
"Nevaeh…" He exhaled, his voice strained. "You're doing this to me… in my own house?"
She chuckled, brushing her lips over his ear. "Where else would be better?"
Something in Mordred snapped.
Before she could say another word, he grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, pinning her against the closet wall.
Then, he devoured her.
His lips crashed against her skin, trailing over her neck, her collarbone, her shoulders—his hands exploring every curve of her body with reckless abandon. Nevaeh gasped, her fingers tangling into his hair as she felt the heat of his mouth branding her.
This wasn't the cold, guarded Mordred the world knew.
This was something else.
Something raw. Something unhinged.
And Nevaeh loved it.
Nevaeh tilted her head back, exposing more of her skin to him, inviting him deeper into the chaos they were creating.
"There you go…" she whispered, her voice laced with temptation.
Mordred's breath was ragged against her neck, his hands gripping her waist as if torn between pushing her away and pulling her closer.
She smirked, running her fingers down his chest. "Take what you want, Mordred… and give me what I want."
Her words were slow, deliberate, each syllable melting into the heated space between them.
Mordred's resolve cracked.
He pressed his lips against her bare shoulder, then lower, each kiss burning like wildfire against her skin. His fingers traced the curve of her spine, sending shivers through her.
Nevaeh gasped softly, her body instinctively arching into his touch.
He wanted to stop.
He should stop.
But Nevaeh had already shattered every wall he built.
And right now—he didn't care.