Chapter 222: Reincarnations

"If I were you, I'd stop teasing me," Weston said, his hands turning white from gripping his utensils tightly. 

Weston saw her attention flicker to his fingers and then his eyes. Emerald against ruby, earth against fire, she didn't hesitate to look into his gaze. 

"Or else what?" Lydia taunted. 

Regardless, Lydia decided to lower her weapon and stop testing his patience. Though, she did like to see him hot and bothered by her. 

In fact, Lydia felt empowered by the influence she had on him. It was a thrill she'd never stop chasing and a high she'd never come down from.

"There are many surfaces to spank you," Weston growled. "Starting with wasting food."

Lydia instantly clamped her mouth shut. She realized he was much more kinkier than expected. The glint in his fiery eyes implied he meant every word. She'd rather keep the plates on the table than have him sweep them onto the ground and have his way with her.