The red lips lightly touched his lips in a kiss as brief as a dragonfly skimming water.
At the moment their eyes met, Landon Lockwood's gaze darkened.
Cora Lowell suddenly opened her eyes.
She grasped Landon Lockwood's wrist, the curve on her lips halfway between genuine and feigned.
"Shouldn't you be more conscious when being kept in a gilded cage? The master hasn't nodded, yet you dare to act first?"
Landon Lockwood smirked mischievously, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.
Not only did he not retreat, he instead flipped her wrist over, and tightened his grip in one smooth motion.
Fingers interlocked tightly, palm to palm.
He held her hand like this, slowly lifting it to eye level.
He bowed his head to place a gentle kiss on the back of her hand.
"I'm the kind of person who loves to act spoiled. If you don't give me a bit of sweetness, how can you expect me to behave?"
Before the words were finished, he leaned in close.
"No sweetness?"
