Vlad
I send Zoya to Alessia with a tray of food and pace around the mansion. Mika is settled in his room, already eating from a tray. Good. Zoya will take good care of him. I had a feeling. She may look dour, but underneath the rough exterior is a soft heart.
Blyat, it nearly killed me to walk away when I could hear Alessia crying behind the door. I only left in the first place because I doubted she wanted me around. Because I didn’t dare punish her by removing her clothes. Or smacking that beautiful a*s of hers. Because seriously—another round of her coming from my punishment and I won’t be able to hold back. I will hold her down and f**k her raw.
But then she asked if I was coming back—like she didn’t want me to go.
Fuck.
Now I can’t stay away. Leaving her alone is an impossibility.
