Chapter 12: Beautiful Mess

Her breath becomes erratic after I confess that I want to fuck her right here, right now. I'm not some London boy. I'm more of a godfather to London.

I move in kissing her tempting lips. My hands cupping her face. She didn't fight me and instead kisses me back with passion.

Our tongue tangle together fighting for control as I pushed her against the door. I roam my hands around her body, lifting up her dress, she spread her legs wider.

I thrust my hips against her covered pussy. My growing bulge meeting her friend. She moan out loud, grinding her hips to meet my thrust.

"Hunter" she cried out my name. "Fuck... Ple-"

A loud bang on the door made the both of us stopped. "Don," I hear one of my men. I immediately pull away from her, taking a further step back.

I look at Victoria and see her cheek now smeared with someone else's blood. She looked mess up.

My beautiful mess.

I raised my hand again to touch her but once she sees the blood on it she flinched away from my touch and bac