"If I hear one more name of another woman and their house, I am going to f*****g explode," Varianlir grunted as he plopped down onto the bed, his massive frame making the mattress dip under his weight.
I smirked, crawling over him and straddling his hips. His purple eyes burned with frustration—and something far more primal. "Oh? And what exactly would that explosion look like, Your Majesty?"
His hands gripped my waist, fingers digging possessively into my skin. "You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?"
I leaned down, my lips brushing the shell of his ear. "It's fun watching you squirm as countless noblewoman bat their lashes and try to get in your pants, but it's funnier when they get disappointed after you turn them down."
A low growl rumbled in his chest. "You’re cruel, little wolf."
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