A slow, devastating smirk curved Samuel's lips. Completely defying her explicit command not to touch, his large, calloused hand shot out and wrapped firmly around her ankle. He slid her silk-clad leg upward, pressing her heel flush against the hard, muscular plane of his bare chest.
"My wife..." he murmured, his deep voice vibrating against her shoe before he corrected himself, the wicked glint in his eyes amplifying. "Oh, I mean... *my lady*. What exactly did this lowly guard do to make you so incredibly angry?"
Heena's expression darkened instantly. The air in the room grew heavy, saturated with a suffocating, dominant aura. With a sharp, forceful shove of her leg, she pushed him back.
