I stopped tapping my nails, spread my legs, and said, “Kneel.” Atakan stilled. His hands fell lax at his sides. His eyes gleamed wholly green, every inch of him defying the challenge. But he wouldn’t. “It would be my pleasure.” He dropped to his knees before his throne, slid his hands over my inner thighs toward my sex, and looked up at me with sinister intent.
HOLY MOLYYYY
