Her eyes shot daggers at him.
But despite all that anger—
"Release me," she said. Her voice was composed despite the situation.
Slightly rougher than before.
"Release me and I'll let you walk out of here. No pursuit. No consequence. You have my word as—"
"No," Lor said.
She looked at him.
He met her gaze with an expression of mild, genuine regret.
"Did you forget, Princess? That you tried to kill me," he said, and groped her breasts.
Both hands came up and filled themselves with the soft, heavy weight of her breasts, squeezing, lifting, feeling the way the flesh overflowed his palms.
His thumbs brushed the stiffened nipples through the wet sheer fabric, circling them slowly, watching them harden further under the attention.
"Lor—"
"I don't think I'll be releasing you just yet."
She held his gaze for a long moment. The warmth in her expression had a different quality now — less assured, more careful. She was recalculating.
He stepped closer.
His shadow fell on her.
