Xavier's smirk sharpened as he leaned a little closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that threaded heat into the space between them. "Fine. You want to prove me wrong? Then do it. Get on your knees and suck my cock."
Angel's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. Her cheeks burned crimson, and for a moment it looked like she'd bolt, like the weight of his words had crushed the fragile wall she built around her pride. But then something flickered in her gaze filled with stubbornness, defiance, and maybe even that reckless streak she always tried to bury.
She clenched her fists at her sides, forcing herself to look straight at him. "You think I won't?" she whispered, her voice trembling but fierce.
Xavier raised a brow, his smirk daring her, almost amused. "I think you're all talk."
