Lethia wiped her lips with her fingers, slipping her thumb into her mouth deliberately, teasing Zeran on purpose.
Seeing his cock still so hard, the veins bulging even thicker, she knew he was right on the edge.
Such a devil she was, tormenting him like that. But oh, she was proud—proud to make Zeran squirm for her.
The coldest, cockiest, most infuriating man, brought to this kind of vulnerable state by her power. She savored every second of it.
"What did you say?" Zeran asked, irritation flickering in his voice. That only deepened Lethia's smirk.
"You did it to me. What did you say back then? Ah… punishment? Then take this as your punishment for lying to me."
Her chest swelled with delight as she watched his glare sharpen, his fury burning in those eyes.
And gods, maybe she was insane, because that very look only turned her on more. Was she truly a sadist? She should have been afraid, but her frantic pulse throbbed with nothing but thrill.
