Sweet breakfast (5)

She wasn't doing it on purpose. She wasn't drawing his energy away.

It was the other way around: Neven was the one sending it to her.

However, Vera could have found another way to ask him how he felt after it. She didn't need to question his stamina while lying on a wooden table. It was like asking for trouble, and she was going to get it now that his ego had been offended.

A pleasant thrill crossed her body at the thought. Why was she so happy at being treated that way? Was it something inside her or his charm alone?

Maybe, she wasn't so wrong. Maybe, she just needed someone capable of handing her to feel pleasure.

She swallowed, looking up at Neven with her eyes showing all her worries. However, her body couldn't hide the excitement.

Her gaze was asking for mercy but her body told him to be cruel. It was enough of a contradiction to bewilder the most confident man.