Lake could barely think, and thinking wouldn't exactly help him out.
For now, he just had to survive through the rut of a Mafia King and afterward, he would figure out what he would do next.
This was the very last way he could have predicted his night to go.
And as he pulled away from the dominating kiss to get some oxygen in his lungs, he had to wonder if he had slipped while he was showering and cracked his head.
And everything that had happened since then had been nothing but a hallucination brought on by that.
The rush of pleasure when Master Davian kissed the mating bite on his neck was very real though.
As well as the feel of his hard body pressing him into the soft bedding.
Lake turned his head away when Davian sought out his lips again.
The Mafia King was unfairly dragging this out, all he had to do was knot him so he could regain his senses and Lake could explain himself…
