34. Emiliana

Andrei? He's terrifying. When he walked in, I tightened my legs around Dante so he wouldn't leave me. There's a naughty glint in his eyes and I'm afraid that he'll leave me alone to deal with this mountain of a man. He's an inch taller than Dante with really broad shoulders and long, black hair that's held up in a half updo. Both his ears are spotting diamond earrings, his mouth set in a grim line and the look in his eyes blank. I can't read him. He's wearing black slacks and a white shirt that's folded at the arms to reveal tattoos. And boy is he inked up. The two buttons he's left open at his throat showcase more ink. I wouldn't be surprised if his dick is also tattooed. Without thinking, I pull Dante's head closer while keeping an eye on the man and quietly ask,

"Do you think his dick is also tattooed?"

"I don't know, Emiliana. Why don't we ask him?" Dante says loud enough for him to hear. I snap my head toward him, my eyes widening in shock. I cannot believe I just asked him th