Chapter 434 – The Devil's Son Lose His Mask (18+)
Her fingers stroked him again—long, slow, deliberate. Not enough. Just enough.
His whole body tensed beneath her.
"You're terrible at therapy," he grit out.
"No. I'm perfect." She pressed a kiss above his navel. "You're just a terrible patient."
Her hand moved again, coaxing, playing, testing every reaction.
And he gave her plenty.
Sharp exhales. His hips twitching. His throat tightening with every slow stroke. The way he looked at her—half furious, half desperate—made her heart flutter and her pride bloom like wildfire.
This was the man the courts feared. The CFO who bent contracts with a smile. The prince who could drown empires in gold and walk away spotless.
And now?
Reduced to breathy curses and shuddering restraint beneath her palm.
She loved it.
