Danika kept clutching and following him as they walked out of the Royal Court until he got to his chambers and walked into it.

Alone with her, he locked the door. Turned and faced her, more formidable than ever.

"Thank you so much f---" She began.

"To the table. Do not lie on it. Just give me your back." He commanded in a curt voice, his expressionless darker than ever.

Danika did what he said, her body shaking with the adrenaline of what almost happened in the court...what he saved her from.

She was all too grateful to do what he asked. She held the table with trembling hands and closed her eyes.

He came up behind her and worked her finger into her experimentally. He frowned harder because she's not wet, not even from all the erotic plays in the Royal Court.

Danika doesn't know where he produce