— Will you kiss me? Itself, — I whisper, looking into her green eyes. Too beautiful; you want to drown in them or stare until you go mad. That's exactly what I'm doing now. Going mad for this girl, because she's too stubborn and too sexy.

She nods slightly, and I smile victoriously. I remove my hand from her neck, slide it to the back of her head, grab a handful of her hair in my fist, squeezing so that Lya winces slightly. That's right – she needs to know her place, because I'm not going to tolerate her antics.

— Kiss me, — I say in a commanding tone, and Lya flinches. She stands on her tiptoes and kisses my cheek – gently and innocently. I clench my jaw, because this is far from enough. — On the lips, — I snarl, and jerk her head back, pulling her hair.

— I'm not your mommy to fulfill your whims, — she whispers, thinking I'm deaf and can't hear her whisper. She's mistaken.

— And I'm not your daddy, and I'm not going to play babysitter with you. I won't call you 'princess' as if you're the only fool like that in this club, — I snarl roughly. With my other hand, I grab her hip, squeezing hard enough to leave fingerprints.