Erasing His Touch

Magnus’s POV

The elevator dinged, doors sliding open to reveal my penthouse.

Cora stepped out first, and I followed, my eyes locked on the curve of her ass in that dress, the hypnotic sway of her hips.

Every movement she made was torture, a deliberate provocation that made my blood boil.

Before she could take another step, I grabbed her wrist and spun her around. Her back hit the wall with a soft