Damian Fairchild glanced back at her and sneered.
"I'm guessing you're only compromising because you can't afford the consequences of a falling out with me, right? If you're so afraid of that, then beg me."
A knot formed in Seraphina Quinn's chest. Her throat tightened as she asked, "How do you want me to beg?"
"A man only cares about a woman for her carnal pleasures. You're well-versed in the ways of men and women; don't tell me you don't know how to serve a man?"
Seraphina Quinn's face paled, her eyelashes growing damp with the moisture welling in her eyes.
It felt like a toxic rage was trapped in her chest, blocked by something that prevented her from letting it out.
She stared at Damian Fairchild in silence for a long time before finally, slowly, withdrawing her hand from his arm.
Seeing this, Damian Fairchild's lips curled into a mocking smile.
