He didn't move. His gaze swept over my bare chest, lingering on my nipples, then dropping lower, to the obvious wetness between my legs. His eyes narrowed, a flicker of something dark and intense igniting within them. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his lips, mirroring the one I’d seen in the hall. It was the look of a predator that had just watched its prey walk willingly into a trap.

"So," he said, his voice a low, dangerous growl that vibrated through the floorboards, "you want me to do it." He took a step closer, then another, until he was directly in front of me, his shadow falling over...