Chapter 36

Conaan fought a small wince as Esmeralda wrapped her fingers almost predatorily around his hand, her fingers slowly caressing his skin.

His expression didn't change, even as she smiled, her eyes darkening with the extent of her lust.

With no pride whatsoever, she leaned close, letting her lips slightly brush his hand. She could taste his skin, and she finally leaned further, kissing his skin properly, her eyes closing.

He immediately pulled it back, then grabbed a napkin and wiped his hand. She smiled, and if she noticed how disgusted his actions suggested he was, she didn't care to acknowledge it.

She still tried to pull forward, despite his obvious repulsion of her touch, like she was a dog tied by its leash to his hand.

"I didn't think you would want to see me so fast, Conaan."

He tilted his head to the right as he filled her glass again. "Is that so?"

She nodded. "No one who has seen the extent of your hatred would believe you would turn