Evelyn's beautiful silver-gray eyes narrowed for a moment, fixed on Ethan's face.
His blue eyes were as gorgeous as ever, but there was an unique depth to them now that hadn't been there before—and, quite naturally, that depth was glued to the tiny shorts she was wearing.
The leather sank into deep grooves over the ample, tanned curves of her buttocks, rising in a thin, obscene line down the middle before sinking between the plump, puffy lips of her cameltoe.
The tight strap bit into the soft flesh, making it swell on both sides as it buried itself in that warm, squishy skin. Every curve was traced with precision, as if the leather had been molded to her body.
The two hundred new recruits scattered across the arena also noticed the Lord's gaze, and were already beginning to take mental notes.
So that's what the Lord likes!
Evelyn caught the curious glances from the girls around her and felt her cheeks flush. She let out a defeated sigh.
