Tatiana was almost too shy to appear in front of her servant later. Indeed, Liam had to ask said servant to bring her a gown since he had ripped the one she had been wearing.
“I don’t understand why you are so self-conscious about such things,” he told her teasingly. “We are mates. Is it expected of us to be abstinent perhaps?”
“No,” she rolled her eyes at him. “But as royalty, it is expected of us to behave in a more demure manner.”
“You know you enjoyed every second of it,” was his confident retort.
She was just about to roll her eyes when he went on, “Oh, and one more eye-roll, and believe me you won’t like the consequences.”
She gulped down her dread and anticipation. His careless words, his nonchalant tone, his husky voice… all of them did a number on her. Oh, how satisfying it
