ELORA

I barely nodded before his hand found my waist.

His grip was hot, firm, needy and possessive. My breath hitched, chest rising sharply as his touch sent sparks through my core.

“You know he’s my nephew,” he murmured, stepping in, his body brushing mine. His palm slid upward, slow and deliberate, grazing the side of my breast before curling around the back of my neck.

“I… I know,” I managed, but my voice trembled.

He smirked, lips inches from mine. “You’re asking me to betray my blood… for you.”

His fingers tightened slightly at my nape, tipping my head back. My breathing quickened, pulse thundering beneath my skin.

“Fine,”...