"Sharp-tongued!" Mason Nightshade squinted his eyes and suddenly stood up, his tall figure pressing towards Aurelia Shaw. Startled, Aurelia stepped back. Behind her was the sofa, and before she could react, the man already had her on his lap, trapping her between his arms and the sofa with absolute dominance.
Mason's gaze darkened slightly. Smelling the faint fragrance emanating from her, he couldn't resist for a moment and bit her delicate, beautiful earlobe. His sharp teeth nibbled slightly, and a husky, seductive voice sounded authoritatively yet dotingly in her ear: "If you dare talk back again, be careful I might..."
Aurelia's eyes flashed fiercely, her hand moved like the wind, drawing out the hidden dagger from her calf, its sharp blade aiming at the man's carotid artery.
