Bab 196: Khillea's tongue work * (1)

"Now, let me entertain you, Nathan," Khillea purred, her voice a melodic taunt that twisted itself into my gut like a snake coiling tighter with each word. Her lips curved into a sultry smile that was anything but innocent, the kind of expression that made men weak and reckless. 

But my eyes snapped open wide, the shock of hearing her say my name like a sudden knife between the ribs. Narrowing them quickly, I tried to conceal the storm brewing behind my gaze. How the hell did she know my name? It was impossible. I had been careful. Always careful. Only one scenario replayed in my mind, and I cursed myself under my breath.

Aisha.

It had to have been her. That moment of weakness when I was lost in her body, when every thrust made her call out my name like a prayer. It must have slipped, then. Khillea must have been listening.