The man's dry, warm big palm grabbed her foot. Sophie Sullivan struggled twice, but didn't break free. She snapped, "Thomas Shannon, what are you up to now?"
The next second, she saw the man gradually lower his head and gently land a kiss on the top of her foot.
Sophie Sullivan's delicate, tiny toes curled up. She grumbled twice, "Thomas Shannon, what's wrong with you?"
Not normal…
Way too not normal.
A man who'd always been aloof and above everyone else, looking down on the world like a king, was now lowering that proud head of his, devoutly kissing the top of her foot.
He'd always been arrogant to the extreme; that head of his had never liked anyone looking down on him.
Unless he was willing to.
Thomas Shannon smiled faintly, slowly lifting his eyelids. "Later you'll understand."
This ankle chain, once it's on, it's not coming off.
Sophie Sullivan's brows knit slightly. Before she could think it through, her body was yanked hard into his embrace.
