Serpentine Desires
The bastard could kiss a pig for all I care.
Veronica straightened, her fingers lightly trailing over Judas’s shoulder before she took a seat beside him, crossing her legs in one graceful motion, exposing the skin and I caught a glimpse of her red thong. “So, what’s the plan tonight? Do I get to watch?” Her eyes gleamed as she looked around the table, her voice dripping with amusement. “Or better yet… do I get to play?”
The men chuckled, their eyes lighting up with anticipation. One of them raised his glass. “To Veronica, the true lioness among us.”