Agatha’s POV

 

“Ahhh,” I gasped after Lanceil pushed me onto the sofa inside his office. 

 

I wasn’t sure how things escalated to this. We only went inside to hide from Vincent. On the back of my head, I knew it wasn’t the case. 

 

When Lanceil kissed me and confessed his feelings, I felt so happy. There was a slight hope that maybe, if I told him about the slave contract I made with Brett, Lanceil can understand me. And having these thoughts, I was ready to surrender my soul. 

 

Lanceil went to my top. He showered kisses on my lips, intertwining our tongues together. My hands reached for the buttons...