*~ Caspian's POV~*
"Fine. What do you want?" I spat, my voice sharp. "Just stay away from me, you heartless monster."
Her face didn't flinch. Not even a twitch of guilt or pain. I was waiting for it—for a glimpse of the woman I once knew. The one who used to call Cayden a monster with real hatred in her eyes. Maybe if I said it to her face, perhaps if I called her what she feared most… it would snap her out of this.
But she didn't flinch.
She smirked.
"Will you still call me a monster," she purred, her voice like silk and sin, "when you're deep inside me, tugging my hair, your size stretching me open while you growl like you did that night?"
I froze. Flabbergasted. Her words wrapped around me like a noose.
And then…God help me…she moved. Slowly, deliberately, her fingers lifted to the hem of her gown. My heart thudded. No. No, not now.
