Chapter 6: Night VisionThe drying cycle is done, but I just stand there naked, staring at my clothes through the circular window. The door to the laundry room swings open and Mr. Night steps in.
“Is everything okay?” he asks. “I heard you shouting.”
Shit. How much did he hear? “Yeah, it’s fine,” I say. I pull open the dryer door and gather up my clothes, warm and crisp. “Thank you for doing this.”
“It’s my pleasure, Prince Dylan.” It’s amazing how much lust he can pack into his words. His eyes wander over my body and I can sense his hunger. It’s exciting, but I’m still sore from last night and not ready to take his big d**k again so soon.
“Do you mind if I use your shower?”
“Please,” he says, moving aside from the doorway and gesturing for me to pass. “You don’t have to ask. It’s your
