Viona's POV
I met his playful eyes with a sharp glare. How dare he just stop like that?
But because of that, I realized something. I understood what I liked about this addictive pleasure. The thrill of not knowing what he would do to me… or what I might do to him.
Like right now.
The way his bulging length twitched, begging for attention, made me want to sink it into my body and chase another peak that would feel just as good.
But I was more surprised at how my mind twisted my own desire so easily. When I was with him like this, I could forget everything else and focus only on us.
I lowered myself in front of him, my knees landing softly on the carpet. Rafael's expression mirrored my own realization, caught between surprise and something darker.
"What are you going to do, Nana?" he asked, half curious.
"Give you a proper punishment." My hands moved as I spoke, undoing his belt, pulling his zipper down.
His hand caught my wrist before I could fully open it.
