Natalie Vaughn couldn't stand Zane Thorne's smug satisfaction. If she hadn't been utterly drained, she would've definitely kicked the dog of a man hard.
"Did you lack women in your past life?"
That's why at the first taste, you're as fierce as a wolf.
Zane Thorne chuckled softly, carrying Natalie Vaughn into the bathroom.
"You should be the one to answer that."
Natalie Vaughn furrowed her eyebrows, not understanding what Zane Thorne meant.
"Why ask me?"
The man bent down to place Natalie into the bathtub, even adding essential oils and fresh petals.
"In our past lives, were you always teasing me, never letting me taste this ecstasy?"
Natalie Vaughn: ...
Zane Thorne's mouth wasn't always this smooth; how come he's saying such sweet words now? Bringing up past and present lives, although cliché, it indeed sounds delightful.
Natalie Vaughn rested her head against the massage spot and waved her hand.
"You should leave."
