A good Dom wouldn't do that though. According to them. To everyone. Uncle Mal was the only one who ever understood me.
"Kieran," Pierce called out.
I blinked before looking up at him. I was zoned out, my mind running away from me. Pierce pulled me back, but he was clearly worried. Worried about what I was going to do to Otti.
"You broke her, okay? So go easy-"
I scoffed, cutting him off, before my eyes met Otti's again. She gave me a defiant smile. Like she was ready to play these games all night. She'll taunt me, I'll fall for it, and Pierce will play peace-keeper.
"Are you trying to manipulate me into letting you get fu.cked?" I asked her.
"Kinda," she replied sarcastically.
I chuckled dryly before clicking my tongue. My eyes ran over Otti's body as I thought about what to do from
