Vlad
I keep away from the loft bedroom for most of the morning. The girl is far too much of a temptation to me, especially with her dress off.
Her punishment has become mine, too.
All morning long, though, her voice plays and replays in my ear. Her scent tickles my nose. I think of the feel of her silky hair through my fingers, or her pretty princess a*s under my hand.
She’s so enticing. So far from the spoiled brat I imagined her to be.
But that doesn’t mean I can untie her. Or trust her. Or let her go.
Her brothers still owe me restitution.
Even so, when I send Mika out to pick us up burgers from In-N-Out, I have him swing through the Starbucks drive-thru for a large decaf cappuccino.
What can I say?
The girl’s already under my skin.
For a bratva member so high in the organizat
