Ashley or not, I will take Piper right here. I’ll wrap her legs around my middle, shove her tiny scrap of a bikini to the side, and fill her with my throbbing c**k until she screams my name.
Because I want to hear her scream my name.
Instead, I hear my father’s voice in my head.
The moment you get that b***h in bed, your head will clear. You’ll realize what kind of mess you made.
Piper is a distraction. f*****g her now won’t serve my overall goal. The only thing I need from Piper is to pretend. I need her to pretend for the sake of my reputation, for the sake of Viktorov Inc.’s reputation. I need her to pretend so the Bratva I’ve built for Sergey doesn’t fall apart around us.
All at once, I release Piper and sit on the edge of the hot tub. She’s still frozen in the center, her chest h
