Chapter 19

Draven's POV She accepted the bag with a puzzled look, clearly not expecting anything. I took the chance to fork a piece of cake and pressed it to her lips before she could ask questions. Caught off guard, she parted them and accepted the bite, chewing slowly while still staring at me in disbelief. I kept my eyes on her, slipped another piece into my own mouth, and nodded at the bag. She finally reached inside, pulled out a sleek black box, and cracked the lid open on her lap. Her jaw dropped when she caught sight of what was inside: a simple, delicate black lace thong. No words, just that stunned look. Before she could speak, I fed her another bite of cake, silencing whatever retort she had brewing. Her eyes widened even more, and this time, there was a flicker of something else: the thrill of challenge. I leaned back, thoroughly enjoying myself, licking a bit of frosting from my fork as she pulled the lace thong from the box. I was feeling smug, savoring my brazen challenge. This tim