Noticing the deflated look on Dorian's face, Zofia said, “I know. We'll get your things later, but for now go back down stairs. Please?”
“But, Mom—”
“I know, I know,” she said, shunting the girl back out into the hall. “I'll get your things later, and put them in my bathroom. Okay?” she said through a three-inch c***k, before shutting the door.
“Sorry about that.” Turning, Zofia gave Dorian an apologetic look. “She's a teenager. They tend to be territorial.”
“So I see,” he said. “Alone, at last, my darling,” he took a step toward her. She brought up her hand and stiff-armed him.
He stopped and gave her a wounded look. “I'm not going to bite you, if that's what you think.”
“That's not what I was afraid of.”
Folding his arms, he stared at her. “And snogging is definitely out of the qu
