She really didn't mean to get him angry again, but odds weren't in her favor. Although, she did notice, that this type of angry didn't seem to irk him too much and that the threat he spoke was only a mask to cover his real intentions and desires. She struggled, freezing on his lap when those rough hands continued to caress the flesh of her backside, pressing her closer to the unsustainable heat of his.
Maia battled with the effort to stop him from touching her so immodestly after their first intimate moment, but it was futile and he simply wouldn't let go. And his words echoed in her mind, questioning what the bloody hell did he mean by going mad in such a situation. But...considering that she was never touched like this before, she found herself liking how his large hands cupped her as
