Teasing her

Ryan’s POV

"Are you ready?" I asked Ophelia as we stepped onto the threshold of the large hall which was decorated expensively and magnificently with elegantly-clothed people who had identical plastic smiles and airs of haughtiness surrounding them.

In response, she gazed at me and winced before she nodded. I had to suppress the urge to chuckle as her grip on my hand got harder.

For a moment before we left the mansion, I had almost decided against torturing her like I wanted to at the party, but after she moaned deliciously while we were in the car when I helped her with the car belt, I knew I wanted to have her under me, letting out those lethal yet pleasant sounds as I brought her to trip over the edge.

The thought made heat pool to the pit of my belly, traveling downward to my tip before I could get disgraced by my almost-aroused cock. I squeezed Ophelia's hand, smiled down at her, and nodded before we stepped inside the hall.

My hand slipped out from Ophelia's, and slid down her