“You’re a beautiful woman” Loki said Lazily. “Perhaps I saw you at an event and was so enamoured I asked your father for your hand in marriage.”

“Somehow I doubt that’s what happened.” Your breath drifted over his skin. “What kind of deal did you make with my father?”

The reminder of the deal killed the sensuality of the moment. Loki glared into your eyes as if you were nothing but prey he needed to kill.

You should ask your father that question, darling.. Loki taunted cruelly.