Evelyn Grant tilted her head. She suddenly put down her wine glass, held Preston Keaton's arm, and melted into his arms.
"I forgot to tell you, I've missed you so much."
When she was being sweet, she was both obedient and soft. Not only did she proactively snuggle into his embrace, but she also pushed herself upright, lifted her little face, and kissed his chin.
A hint of darkness surfaced in Preston Keaton's eyes, but he didn't move, remaining as steady as a mountain while she kissed him.
But with her squirming on his lap, a fire inevitably stirred within him. He held back, his deep eyes like a dark spring. The heavy lust in them startled Evelyn Grant, making her pause. She tried to pull back, but the man's hand was on the small of her back, and he suddenly pressed her forcefully against him. His tone was light and slow.
"You're wearing the ring properly. So obedient."
'I've gotten used to wearing it; I've barely taken it off these past few days.'
