I giggled and he smiled. “Mean.”

“I’m not mean.” He straightened. “I’m not the one standing in a white dress with so much skin on display, with your ass shaped perfectly and looking like a fucking angel, that all I want to do is take you to bed and make you very dirty, while you come all over my cock.”

“It’s the wings,” I whispered as he stalked toward me.

“It’s the woman.”

“That was a good line.”

“It’s not a line. You have three seconds,” Onyx told me as his thumb traced my bottom lip. “Then you’re mine.”

I swallowed as I looked up at him, and I didn’t move. “Looks like my time’s up.”