Lucas

“I know you like what you see,” I groaned, pressing against her soft breasts, just as I had imagined. “I know you’ve been eyeing my cock.”

“No, sir. I didn’t,” she responded.

I scoffed. “I hate liars.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” A moan tore from her lips as I pulled her closer. My finger traced down her face, gliding to her neck before I squeezed her boobs again.

I immediately mind-linked one of my guards.

“Bring her. Bring Scar to me.”

“Yes sir.”

I needed ...