The moment the box lid was lifted, Julian’s usually calm eyes flashed with shock. He knew immediately that this was a scene he would never forget in his lifetime.
Inside the box was an adorable little “kitten.” Aurora had put in special effort for tonight’s surprise. She wore colored contact lenses, and unlike her usual understated makeup, tonight her look was brimming with allure.
Her lips, painted a bold crimson, curved into a teasing smile. Her bright blue eyes blinked up at Julian, and atop her head, she wore a pair of pink cat ears.
Julian had never seen Aurora dressed like this. His first reaction was astonishment. The second? His heartbeat quickened, and his throat tightened.
Seeing Julian standing there as if struck by lightning, Aurora’s initial nervousness melted away. She smiled mischievously. “Master, aren’t you going to hold me?”
Every man has a desire to conquer, and Julian was no exception. Though he doted on Aurora endlessly, it didn’t mean he lacked that primal instinct.
Especially since Aurora, unlike most women, exuded a strong and commanding presence. Her strength only intensified his desire to conquer her. And now, here she was-tamed and docile, like a little kitten gazing up at him with wide, innocent eyes.
Julian found himself at a loss. He regretted rushing over in such casual attire-he was still in his sleepwear, his hair slightly messy. In front of this version of Aurora, he felt unkempt and inadequate.
Hastily, he bent down and scooped her into his arms. Aurora obediently wrapped her arms around his neck, letting him lift her with ease.
Her docility sent Julian’s heart racing. “Little Aurora, I…”
He wanted to say something, but the words eluded him. Aurora had shaken him to his core. She wasn’t just the Aurora he knew-she was something entirely different tonight. Her transformation left him rattled, unable to regain his usual composure.
Aurora placed a finger, painted with red polish, against his lips. “Master, there’s no need to say anything. Tonight, I’m yours.”
What words could be more enticing than these? This woman was going to drive him mad! Her implication was clear-tonight, he could do whatever he pleased.
It was as if every inch of her was sending him signals, beckoning him closer.
He remembered Ivy once trying to seduce him in a revealing outfit and Mona shamelessly stripping in front of him. Yet, neither of them stirred anything in him but disgust.
Because no matter how hard they tried, they weren’t Aurora. Aurora didn’t even need to try, and she could awaken his deepest desires.
Under Julian’s intense gaze, Aurora felt a slight twinge of shyness. What if he didn’t like her like this? What if he thought she was being too bold?
But Alison had once told her, “Men are carnivores. They thrive on physical passion. No matter how composed they seem, they secretly love it when women take the initiative.”
To test Alison’s theory, Aurora reached out her hand toward Julian.
Julian, still dazed, instinctively extended his hand to meet hers. Aurora pulled him down beside her with surprising force.
The weight of his body sank into the bed, causing it to creak slightly. What was this Little Bunny planning now?
Before he could even finish the thought, Aurora straddled him, her voice soft and teasing. “Master, how about I take care of you tonight?”
Her radiant smile was utterly disarming. Julian couldn’t refuse. He nodded repeatedly, all traces of rationality obliterated by her charm.
Aurora leaned down and kissed his cheek, mimicking the way he had once kissed her.
It brought back memories of the night she had first returned to the country, when she had tricked him. He’d been drugged, tied to the bed, and tormented by this mischievous little vixen.
That night, he had wanted nothing more than to devour her. But when he saw her stubborn defiance, it tugged at his heartstrings. He couldn’t bear to hurt her and instead resolved to cherish and protect her.
But this Aurora was different. Tonight, she was here for him, wholly and willingly. The faint fragrance of her favorite perfume filled the air around him.
Her lips brushed softly against his skin, trailing downward. It felt like a feather was teasing his heart-light, ticklish, and impossible to resist.
That night, Julian finally understood: she was a temptress, a siren sent to undo him.
And Aurora, on the other hand, learned firsthand just how relentless he could be. The night was a cycle of passion and brief respites-he was insatiable, and she had to extinguish the fire she had ignited.
Julian worshipped her, covering every inch of her skin with kisses, treating her as though she were the most precious treasure in his life.
The heart-shaped arrangement of rose petals was long ruined.
As the candles burned out and dawn broke, Julian finally released the exhausted woman in his arms.
Aurora, utterly spent, had proven Alison right. Men did love it when women took the initiative.
She collapsed into sleep, thoroughly drained. Julian, however, was energized. After a night of indulgence, he felt completely satisfied for the first time in ages.
“Sleep,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.
The first light of day crept over the horizon, promising clear skies. Julian glanced at the sleeping woman beside him. She had taken the day off, and he wasn’t about to waste the opportunity to do something special for her.
Quietly, he began tidying up the room. He knew how much effort Aurora must have put into tonight’s surprise. He would never have imagined her preparing something so elaborate.
As he folded the seductive outfit she had worn, a sly grin crossed his face. That Little Bunny looked incredible in it. He made a mental note to have her wear it more often.
Picking up his phone, he dialed a number. “I need you to make some arrangements…”