Arkai was one hundred percent sure Cecilia Araceli was someone specifically designed to seduce him.
She had to be. Blessed by some mischievous god who found mortal suffering amusing, perhaps. Built to make him lose his mind, piece by piece, word by word.
To get trapped with him in that room instead of Sienna? Someone as smart as her? That was no coincidence. It couldn't be.
To not be afraid of a man drugged to attack any woman trapped with him? To instead seduce him, to make him cum imagining them having sex, even though they were nothing but colleagues, closer to strangers, beforehand?
The familiarity. The certainty. The way she could read him like a book, knew exactly how he would react, knew that he would go along with every word, touch, demand…
It would be believable if she had put a hex on him. Some spell that made him unable to refuse her no matter what. The audacity of her words, of how true they were—
