Fiona’s POV.
Savio looked like he wasn’t breathing. It brought me an unfathomable amount of satisfaction to know that I had so much control over a man that brought fear into the hearts of many just by looking at them with cold blue eyes, those eyes were anything but cold now as they fixed on me, they were warm, as warm as I knew his touch was, his eyes remained glued on where my finger met my clit and I shot him a lazy smile when he swallowed heavily.
“Darling… we need to talk…” he croaked. His voice was very husky and strained, my eyes darted to where his hands were balled at his sides, I’m surprised he hasn’t drawn blood yet.
“I’m listening…” I reply and then a moan slips past my lips when my fingers brush over my clit.
He curses and looks away from me, his jaw tightens and he opens
