Aurelia Shaw's body was limp, but her fingers suddenly increased in strength, pulling his head up and glaring at him.
"Mason, are you a dog or something?"
Mason Nightshade stared at the marks he'd left on her waist and smiled with satisfaction.
He looked up at her, "Yeah, like a dog, leaving my mark."
Aurelia sneered coldly, raising an eyebrow in jest, "A dog leaving marks isn't that just being clingy?"
Mason raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure you want me to leave a mark in that way?"
Aurelia's eyes sparkled with mischief, her gaze full of challenge.
Without another word, Mason started undoing his belt, pausing halfway through to look at Aurelia with a feigned innocence.
"Mason, there's something I'm really curious about."
"What?"
"Where exactly is your weakness?" Can you act like a normal person? You are supposed to be a stoic CEO, a dignified Major General.
"You." Mason looked at her and said.
"Besides me."
"There's nothing else." Mason didn't even hesitate.
