Chapter 842

Nyla just wanted Damon to leave, so she replied with a frown, "I'll pay you back for it."

"No way, this shirt means a lot to me," Damon said.

Nyla ground her teeth in frustration. If it meant so much to him, why hadn't he treated it better?

"What exactly do you want?" she asked.

She glared at him, but given that she was sitting in the bathtub with her body partially exposed, it was more alluring than threatening.

Damon's gaze deepened, and he grasped her hand before leaning in to kiss her again.

Just before their lips touched, his low, gravelly voice whispered in her ear, "I want you."

Nyla clenched the edge of the bathtub tightly, her body instinctively tensing.

In a moment of distraction, one of them accidentally hit the shower switch. Steam quickly filled the bathroom, drowning out all sound.

…

The bath lasted for over two hours.

When Damon finally stepped out of the bathroom, holding a flushed Nyla, he wore a satisfied smile. He set her down on the bed and went to grab a