twenty eight

Drake's POV

I came out of the shower after a long session of masturbating, I wrapped my towel around my lower body with the shape of my cock still very visible, I guess it wasn't satisfied with my hands, I need the touch of a woman before we both go crazy.

Dante once told me that women would be the death of me, I told him I don't mind because I just can't help but be captivated by their beauty, their charm, their allure. It's like a magnetic force that pulls me in, making it hard to resist the temptation. Thoughts of their laughter, their smiles, and their touch consume my every waking moment.

This is the reason why I like going for the palace business because I spend most of my time fucking and enjoying myself but anytime I come back to the palace, I get bored with Dante’s maid, they barely know how to please a man.

Speaking of maids my lips curved into a smile as one of the maids walked into my room, I bet she didn't know I was around with the way she entered freely without knocking