Drunk and Daring I Kissed a Tycoon

Drunk And Daring I Kissed A Tycoon! 199

Chapter 199

After a moment's hesitation, Vespera picked up the lapel pin and popped off the cap

eses mowed as she studied the sharp point, then shifted her gaze to Dominic, who was still fast asleep in bed,

She gave him a slow once-over, head to toe, calculating the best place to strike.

Top of the foot? No, 100 is what it she accidentally crippled him?

Besides, all those spots were under the blanket. She'd have to lift the covers, inll up a sleeve or pant leg and that just felt creepy.

in the end, her eyes sented on the only area still exposed besides his face and neck-his hand.

the feet down and gently lifted L

after inspecting his long, sculpted fingers, she settled on the index finger, holding

it stealy with one hand while slowly bringing the pin closer with the other

Doman's pebrow pitched.

Just before the needle touched the skin, Vespera paused, glancing down at his handsome, sleeping face. Her voice came out soft, almost apologetic

p, they

not trying to stab you on purpose-It's just that you're sleeping way too deeply. My grandma used to say that if someone can't be woken up, i

break it is to draw a little blood. Sorry,

the needle shot forward, but it hit

holding slipped tree, and before she could react, her hand was caught. Fingers slid between hers, threading through and

and tried to pull away. Then, suddenly, she was yanked

still bent over,

straight onto him. Her chest landed

against his chest-still catching the needle. In

hum

hand was

right back down

was the last straw. She shouted for him

was when he

be flipped her over and pinned her beneath him. His voice, low and gravelly, biushed her ear. "Are

sleep-soft, half-lidded, and lazy. Wespera's bean was pounding like crazy.

rense, and her face was heating up uncontrollably. "Mr. Reid, could

left and right deliberately

now? That was

you can stab me a couple more times?" Dominic asked, still caught on the sensationof her softness pressed

the natural flush of her lips, and the slightly messy strands of hair tanned out across his pillow, ling the space with a

air between them siddenly felt too hot. His palm moved gently against hers, fingertips wearing wane,

with something

not stabbing you anymore. Here,

hers again.