Allen couldn't move at all. Luken's hand crept from his waist to his chest, nudging the nipplés that were wrapped in the light shirt. Allen tried hard not to moan, Luken's hand deliberately touching the sensitive pink object repeatedly.
"Hngh ... S-Sir," Allen pleaded.
"You are so sensitive even when I haven't done anything." Luken didn't nudge him again,
"N-Nick is here," Allen said shyly.
Luken's breath flew to his white exposed neck as he whispered, "So it's fine to do it somewhere else?" Luken didn't let Allen answer, he said to Karis, "Prepare a private place to use."
Karis bowed. "Immediately, Sir."
Allen's face turned white immediately, this shocked expression did not escape the crime lord's eyes. "Too late to be nervous now. Here's your request."
Allen's eyes moved uneasily,
