ADRIKO
After breakfast, Serafina informed me that she had to go to the Opera for rehearsals—she had a performance coming up. I instructed Dima and two other soldiers to accompany her as Mikhail was already on assignment.
I stepped into my shower, the scalding water hitting my skin as thoughts of Serafina clouded my mind.
Auburn hair, doe eyes that could make even the devil sin, and the body on her.
A low groan rumbled in my throat as I fisted my c**k, the memory of her lips closing over the fork at breakfast playing on repeat.
I stroked harder, my free hand bracing against the tiled wall, tension coiling low in my stomach.
“Yes”
Her voice echoed in my head, breathy, soft and my c**k twitched in response.
“f**k” I growled as I increased my pace.
The sounds of my labored breath
