Chapter 9: You Cunning Vixen

Aurora slipped into the bathroom, her cheeks flushed in the mirror's reflection, her red lips slightly curved into a seductive allure. It was time to settle a debt from three years ago, she thought, flashing a bewitching smile at her reflection. Deliberately, she turned on the faucet, hearing the restless knocking of a man outside, "Open up, let's shower together."

She knew she had succeeded. She washed up quickly on purpose. The knocking grew more frequent. Barely opening the door, the man pushed her onto the bed, but she swiftly stopped his hands. "You go wash up, just a minute!" Her pleading eyes left him irritated yet helpless.

He didn't understand why he was so compelled to obey; she was like a poison to him. Once touched, the memory lingered for three years, especially under such circumstances. Every pore in his body screamed his desire for her, yet the sight of her pitiful facade made him curse under his breath as he walked into the bathroom.

Aurora quickly grabbed a few items, then turned off the light. When the man came out wrapped in a towel, darkness enveloped the room, and it was definitely true sometimes the dark was the ultimate aphrodisiac.

"You've become naughty," his voice still seductively charming in the darkness.

"Perhaps, I've just grown up," Aurora whispered from behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist, so different from the terrified little bunny she once was.

He found himself more intrigued by her now, almost anticipating her next move.

"Sir, may I take the lead this time?" she whispered, her breath like summer breeze in his ear. Few men could resist such temptation, even one as ready as he was. He suddenly wanted to see just how far she could go. "Sure," he agreed, and with that, she pushed him onto the bed.

"Sir, let's play a game today," her thin and pale fingers lightly brushing across his chest. His voice grew husky, "Alright." Suddenly, her lips landed on his throat, sending a shiver through his body. What a vixen! They hadn't even started, and he was already losing control, his hand reaching for her slender waist.

"Sir, the game is called 'I move, you don't.' Dare to play?" Her enticing voice made his heart itch with desire. Torn between taking her then and there and seeing what she had planned, he smirked, "Why not, let's see."

"Good, sir. To keep you still, please forgive my use of a prop," Aurora said as she produced a rope she had found earlier. She tied his limbs to the headboard; the coarse rope against his skin left him almost bare-chested, his breathing quickened. His lower body strained against the fabric of his pants.

As Aurora finished tying him up, he licked his lips, unable to contain a moan. "Sir, may I start?" she whispered in his ear. "Mmm," he murmured, long holding back. Yet at that moment, Aurora jumped off the bed, turned on the light, and saw the man tied up, still anticipating more. Instead, Aurora pulled out her phone.

"Wow, lucky day," she remarked, snapping a few photos of his disheveled state.