CHAPTER 107

  Olivia's POV

  We entered the lavish bedroom, the centerpiece of a massive bed with silky crimson sheets. Christopher gently deposited me on the plush mattress, his eyes roving over me with undisguised hunger. I shivered from the slight chill in the air and the intensity of his gaze.

  "Get comfortable, darling," he purred. "I'll be right back."

  He turned and left the room, leaving me alone to take in my luxurious surroundings. The far wall was dominated by a stunning floor-to-ceiling window offering a breathtaking view of the mansion's dense forest. We were utterly secluded out here - just us, the trees, and whatever Christopher had in store.

  Christopher returned, a wicked smile teasing his lips. He carried a sleek black box, its polished surface gleaming under the ambient light. My eyes widened in curiosity as he placed it on the bed.

  "What's in there?" I leaned forward, the plush mattress yielding beneath me.