Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 262

Her face grew redder, and she tried hard to turn away to avoid his fingers. However, his fingers seemed to follow her, and she could not avoid them.

"Don't tease me, Jason." She gasped. Her almond-shaped eyes did not look as haggard as usual under the lamplight. Instead, they were inspired by anger.

He looked into her eyes almost mesmerizingly. There were many women out there with more beautiful eyes than hers, but they were the only ones that gave him this infatuation.

It was as if looking into her eyes made him want to dominate her eyes and not want her to look at other men with the same expression.

His fingertips gently pried open her teeth, feeling the temperature of her mouth. "What if I'm not teasing you? What if I tell you I can give you as much money as you want? Will you suffer for me then?"

She could feel his fingertips in her mouth. They carried a touch of coolness as if they were constantly seizing her temperature.

"I only earn what I earn with my labor," she said, her heart still beating violently.

'What he just said is a joke, right? Even if he can give me money, what does he want in return?’

Grace thought as her almond-shaped eyes stared straight at the beautiful face before her.

Jason fixed his eyes on her. His eyelashes quivered a little before he released his grip on her. He straightened up as he said, "Then I'll see how you trade labor for money later."

His voice was soft like usual as if nothing had happened.

Grace was stunned for a moment. What... did that mean?