78. Car Ride

ROYCE.

She’s gorgeous. From those long killer legs that are on display, she’s wearing a pleated black skirt and high over-the-knee boots.

Those sexy legs always draw my attention.

She’s wearing a long-sleeved black fitted top that accentuates those breasts and a tiny waist, but it’s the look in her gorgeous green cat-like eyes that catch my breath.

Her eyes never returned to normal, although her armour disappeared at will. Her eyes remained, like her uncle, Liam Westwood, whose eyes were once said to be a cerulean blue like his father.

She had been pretty ecstatic when she had realised.

I can’t help but smile at the thought of how she had grabbed Malevolent and told her they now looked like proper twins before turning to me and asking if I like a pussycat…

The thought sends pleasure rushing south. We haven’t gotten down and dirty yet, but she’s teasing me any moment she gets. We’ve both had a lot on our minds, but even in the darkest of times, she makes me smile.

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