Chapitre 67: Why don't you get a pet cat? Part4

Sylvia's hands instinctively shot up as she neared the devil and reached for his shirt, but then she hesitated.

Mikel noticed it and let out a soft chuckle. "I am not known for my patience, kitten. You better not make me open my mouth again."

He then leaned closer to whisper. "I might just get annoyed enough to throw you into the tub and take you right here and now…" He held her hands and brought them to the buttons, adding. "…until you stop being so bashful."

Sylvia shuddered at the familiar threat which still worked very well on her and she quickly started unbuttoning him.

The man's wide chest staring at her face, the hardness of it slightly touching her hand as she undid one button after another.

And when she was finally done, she went around to pull his shirt off from the back, his entire upper body now naked in front of her.

Sylvia gulped as her gaze trailed down to look at the next thing which she had to now remove.