357 Chapter 118

Stuck between the cold wall and Riftan's rock-hard body, Maxi felt her nape prickle. A deep flush crept up her face as he pushed his thigh into the folds of her bunched-up skirt.

He brought his lips above hers, murmuring, "Did you not put on that ridiculous show to provoke me?"

"I-I merely—"

"Just say I'm right," he said tersely, pressing her against the wall with more force as she struggled to break free.

Maxi instinctively held her breath when she saw a glint in his eyes. He was a volcano on the verge of erupting.

"Tell me you're dressed like this for my sake," he said, his voice like velvet.

His hand traced her waist, and Maxi hunched her shoulders. Though his touch was feather-light, she could sense the danger beneath the surface of his restraint. Blood coursed through her veins, a burning heat spreading all the way to her fingertips.

Cupping her chin, Riftan brushed her lower lip with his thumb. "Say it."