Katarina POV
I should have known that Madame Zametovka’s son would be as deranged as she was, but instead of mentally preparing myself for what could be the worst gym session of my life, I was still stuck in dream-land with Damian.
The man was like no one I had ever met before in my life, spending an hour drawing me to the edge of my release before pulling away entirely. When he did eventually let me fall into a blissful climax, I felt as if he had branded me with his touch.
“Look who finally decided to join us,” drawled a man dressed in the black uniform depicting a commander in King Mattias’s army. “Perhaps we should club together and fund you an alarm clock so that you won’t be late in future.”
Scores of well built, almost identical men stopped sparring and turned to look at me, ja
