Chapter 92. Aroused by the Man She Hates

Ayana’s POV

“Are you sure you really want to leave, because I think you want to drag this issue of Lyana the whole night so that you can have the pleasure of talking to me? You missed me that much? I am available for the night. Well, I don’t really spend more than an hour with babies, but for you, my arranged bride, I can even offer eternity, and I will make sure you will not regret even just a second of it.” He winks, leaking his bright red, moist, sin-screaming lips for only him, and the devil knows what purpose.

Something drips from down somewhere, and I had to rub my thighs together to curb that sensation. And another drip. The throb increases!

This is fresh witchcraft! God forbid! This is not freaking happening! I am freaking not wetting my expensive pants for this man that I detest with every single nerve in me, am I?

Shiieeet!

I press my thighs together to ease the throb, which is not helping. What sort of charm did he bring from where he