Jaxen POV
She was still threatening to call the cops, completely unaware that she had one very critical detail wrong.
Scarlett had always slept without a bra in those loose, oversized sleep shirts.
And right now, from all the struggling, the collar had slipped dangerously low, revealing the full, lush curve of her breasts and the tempting valley between them. Her long golden hair spilled across the pillow, red lips parted in fury, snow-white skin glowing under the moonlight.
Even glaring at me like she wanted to murder me, she looked devastatingly seductive—like one of those cosplays she used to do just to please me, playing the part of the reluctant beauty who secretly craved surrender.
I hated how materialistic and scheming she could be.
But f**k, her body had always been my weakn
