“This… it won’t happen again,” I rasp, unable to speak properly.
“Exactly— it will happen again,” Vlad nods. “No doubt.”
“And what happened today is only the beginning. My son won’t allow it.”
“And we won’t tell him,” Vlad smirks crookedly.
“What if I don’t want to?”
“What if I won’t want to continue?”
“We have a couple of convincing reasons,” Vlad purrs—and I feel exactly what reasons he means.
“We’ll definitely find a way to convince you.”
The devil made me melt in the hands of my son’s friends. Now I don’t know how to get rid of them—too assertive and completely shameless young men who, it seems, have no intention of letting me go from their hot embraces.