"What do you mean?" Anna asked softly, her lips still grazing against William's thumb. His words felt foreign, as if he were speaking in a language she couldn't quite translate.
William's lips curved into a knowing smile as he slowly withdrew his thumb, his fingers trailing along her jaw before cupping her chin with a touch that was both gentle and possessive. "I think I'm being quite clear," he replied. "You said you'd do anything for revenge. You promised to listen to me—to obey me. Are you ready to prove it?"
A tremor ran through Anna, her lower lip quivering despite the lingering sweetness of the chocolate melting on her tongue. It left her mouth watering, yet she wasn't sure what she truly craved—another taste of something sweet, or… something far more dangerous?
