Demir
Before she gets into bed, leaving me wondering what the hell she’s doing, Geneva turns to face me, her eyes wide, expression one of determination.
For a moment I just stare at her, fighting the urge to rush right to her and pin her to that bed, f*ucking all of my frustration into her tight little c*unt. I can’t though. I don’t know why but I think I can’t. I am not sure of the reasons. My d*ick doesn’t care about any reason at this point.
“Are you just going to stand there?” Geneva asks me and then turns her back on me, completely ignoring whatever answer I might give.
I try as hell to gather my wits for one last time before it gets too late.
I try to remind myself she’s a job, my king’s little sister. Outcast or not, Victor Valentine would hang me by the balls if he knew what
