His eyes, deep like the cold pond, loved to watch her walk back and forth on the carpet, not allowing her to wear shoes, and sometimes even making her wear bells on her ankles to walk for him.
Her snow-white ankles moved across the spotless white carpet, their crystal-clear appearance captivated any man's soul.
As expected, Cole O'Connell's eyes followed her feet, and indeed, he had kissed them before.
"Miss, coffee," the servant handed over a cup of coffee and immediately withdrew.
This was another of Cole O'Connell's rules; as long as he and Yulia O'Connell were home, this would become their private room.
Yulia O'Connell drank a cup of coffee, lazily sprawling on the large sofa like a content kitten. Her dress was pulled up because of her movements, causing Cole O'Connell's eyes to frequently land on her.
"Little seductress, are you doing this on purpose?" Cole O'Connell's large hand patted her pert backside, his amber-brown eyes growing darker.
