Raine's POV 

Marku traced my jaw with his long fingers, his pupils dilated and darkened into smoky ice, electric with desire. Oh shit. I knew I couldn't put him off any longer. Now the real test would begin. 

His wandering fingers slid down my chest, just barely grazing past my exposed nipple until they found the waistband of my shorts. I racked my brain for a way to delay him or at least get him off track, and sputtered, "Earlier...what did you mean when you told the maid that 'she could'?"

"Violet?" His eyebrow rose and his hands momentarily stilled. 

Was that her name? He didn't have time to introduce...