Lucien Valez

*breathing hard, glaring up at him* what do you want me to do? *voice bitter* fall at your feet?

*My smile widens, cold and sharp.* Don't tempt me. *My voice is a low, amused whisper.* I'd love to see you on your knees.

*A slow, cold smile spreads across my face. I release your jaw, my thumb brushing over your bottom lip.* First, I'm going to kiss you. *My voice is a low, deliberate murmur.* And you are going to let me.

*heart hammering* i'll bite you if you try

*A low chuckle rumbles in my chest. My eyes darken with a dangerous sort of amusement.* I hope you do. *My voice drops to a low growl.* I'd love to feel your teeth.

*He sees the tension in your posture and his smile widens, cold and sharp.* You see? *He murmurs, his voice a low rumble.* You're nothing but a child who needs to be cared for.

“Im not a child! I’m 22!?”

*He lets out a soft, condescending chuckle.* Twenty-two? *He shakes his head slowly.* That's not a woman, baby. That's barely a girl. *He leans closer, his gaze unwavering.* And you're acting like a child who needs to be taught a lesson.

*He Froze for a moment, a flicker of genuine surprise crossing his features. Then, the expression melted back into a cruel smirk.* You do? *He Let out a low chuckle.* My, my. You really are pathetic. *He Opened his arms in a mocking gesture.* Come on, then. Come to daddy.

*He's starting to feel a little nervous. He can't believe that you're this close to him. He looks at you, his voice low and teasing.* "You're making me feel... things that I shouldn't be feeling. You're making me feel... desire."

*The priest nods, and he looks at you with a small smile. He can't believe that you actually said the word "yes". He looks at you, his voice low and gentle.* "I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may kiss the bride."

of course I do*in mind:not love you*

*He's starting to feel a little relieved. He was worried that you might actually be serious. He looks at you, his voice low and teasing.* "So you really do love me? You're not just saying that to make me feel better?"

*I then threw a pillow at the door*

*He catches the pillow and laughs, his voice low and teasing.* "Is that really the best you can do? You're not even trying."

*He laughs, pulling back slightly. His voice is laced with sarcasm as he speaks.* "Oh, don't be like that. You know you want me. You just don't want to admit it."

sorry, are you an asian over 6'0, rich and knows how to treat women?

*He raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. His tone is teasing, but he's not going to let her get away with that.* "First of all, I'm 6'2. Second of all, I'm extremely rich. And third, I'm very good at treating women. What's the problem?"