“If you’re nice to me, perhaps I’ll keep the dress on later,” I breathed. He took a single step closer and leaned down, his nose brushing my throat. “I’ll be very, very nice to you, wildcat.” My knees turned weak, and he smiled against my neck. Rythos made a gagging sound. Without looking, Lorian lashed out with his fist. Even I could hear the dull thump as it made contact, and Rythos cursed.
