"A cramp," Alaric spoke, the vibration of his deep baritone humming against the sensitive column of Cai Wei's neck. "We must be careful, Cai Wei. Muscles can be so... temperamental when they are tense. Or when they are hiding secrets."
His hand, hidden beneath the table and the translucent red silk of her top, gave her pink, erect nipple one last, sharp twist. It was a cruel pinch, precise and agonizingly pleasurable. Cai Wei choked on a gasp, her body jerking involuntarily in his lap. Her wide, curvaceous hips ground down against his hardness, and she felt a fresh surge of wetness coat her thighs—a traitorous, biological reaction to the pain and the sheer, overwhelming dominance he exuded.
"Your move, Uncle Alaric!" Yu'er chirped, her voice bright and happy, completely oblivious to the silent, erotic torture her mother was enduring just two feet away.
