Aurelia Shaw felt her lungs about to explode with anger, her mind suddenly flashed, and her gaze changed slightly as she looked at Mason Nightshade, narrowing her eyes, "Has Alaric Wood found you?"
"No." Mason Nightshade sought her tender lips for a kiss.
Aurelia Shaw's eyes darkened, "Mason Nightshade, you're not allowed to hurt him!"
Mason Nightshade's expression changed, the grip around her waist tightened, and he pressed her down onto the leather seat.
The temperature of the leather seat was cool, and just after Mason Nightshade's teasing, her body heat rose. The clash of hot and cold made Aurelia Shaw shiver.
"Mentioning other men's names while you're with me, Aurelia, do you think I wouldn't get angry or jealous?"
Aurelia Shaw wanted to speak.
Mason Nightshade gave her no chance to speak.
He clasped her struggling wrist with one hand and pinned it above her head,
