I follow him in because I can’t believe what I just heard.
“His adopted daughter?” I repeat, stunned.
His bathroom is unreasonably large, there’s a Jacuzzi, a gold-trimmed shower stall, and a sleek, polished sink. Aleksei has no shame. He strips off his pants right there, tosses his phone on the counter, and my eyes drop to his black briefs. I can see the line of his d**k, thick, impressive, and my mouth waters. I remember the first time I sucked him off, how full he was in my mouth, how I couldn’t get enough.
“Yes, that’s what I said.” I look up to find him smirking. “You gonna come in with me, Zayka? Or are you just here to watch?”
“I– I already bathed,” I stammer, breathless. My insides throb, the memory of why I stormed in here dissolving.
“Then you want to watch?” His fingers dip
