KATHERINE

His hand moved up, brushing against my parted lips, tracing their outline while his eyes devoured me, brimming with promises and desire.

“What… what modest services in your chamber? Do you need me to clean?” I asked, feigning innocence.

Remembering the last intimate services I had provided—ones he hadn’t even paid me for.

“Pft, I think you know exactly what I want from you. I’ve given you pleasure tonight, and you’ve left me hanging several times,” he murmured seductively, leaning in