Beauty's eyes widened in disbelief, her almond-shaped gaze burning with fury.
She snatched the blanket up to cover her thighs, her face flushed crimson with anger.
Her hair was a tousled mess, and in that moment, she looked like a furious little kitten.
A faint, satisfied smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
Lucas rolled over, pinning her beneath him, his deep, intense eyes swallowing her whole.
"Darling, stop making a scene, alright?" he murmured.
Infuriated, Beauty lashed out with a kick.
Lucas dodged just in time, a fine layer of cold sweat instantly beading on his temples.
*This woman is downright ruthless!* he thought, his heart was hammering.
*She's angry, fine, but aiming for the family jewels?
Thank god I moved fast, or our future marital harmony would be in serious jeopardy.*
Realizing just how close she'd come to hitting a critical spot, Beauty froze.
