"Such a shame, I've already tarnished him."
Xanthea flashed a mischievous smile at Queenie, her pale fingers tracing a path down from Orion's neck, slowly sliding under his crisp suit jacket to his white shirt. With a gentle flick, she undid the top button, revealing a bright red bite mark beneath.
Queenie's face turned ashen when she saw the mark, the color matching Xanthea's lipstick perfectly. It hit her like a thunderbolt, leaving her rooted to the spot in shock.
Was Xanthea really Ori's girlfriend? Had they already slept together?
"Wow—"
Even Leonard couldn't help but whistle at the sight.
The intensity of that bite mark spoke volumes.
"Is that right, Ori?"
As Xanthea's fingertips grazed another bite mark along his collarbone, her voice carried a hint of playful coquetry, her allure nearly palpable. Anyone would be ensnared by her charm.
Yet, Orion remained unmoved.
Seeing Queenie so devastated, Xanthea almost pushed away the dull man in front of her.
Unexpectedly, a strong hand gripped her slender waist and pulled her into a fiery embrace, "Hmm."
"Yes."
Orion's features were taut, his eyes tinged with a fierce red. Even his monosyllabic reply was gruff and hoarse, his body trembling with a tingling sensation, as if about to explode from her teasing.
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