VICTORIA

But my Lord’s attention is already right between my pale thighs, now fully exposed as I slowly pull up my dress.

I sit on the edge of the table, raising the fabric up to my waist.

Lift my boots and rest them on the wooden armrests.

I hear him swallow. A low growl rumbles in his chest.

His hand drops, and he starts stroking that thick, massive cock of his that drives me absolutely crazy.

Later, I’ll ride him no matter what—make him apologize properly until he knots me full.

He hisses while jerking off rough.

His gaze lingers on the tattoo on my groin, the one that caused so much drama before—but now he’s obsessed with it.

Mmm... I’m so wet, I can feel my pussy throbbing with need just for him.

I’m about to get even naughtier, but Dracomir can’t take it anymore.

He leans forward and buries his nose between my legs, sniffing like a damn pervert.

I hear his wolfish moan.

His eyes crack open, and he stares up at me like a beast on the hunt.

My scent drives him insane, even more wh