◆◆◆ Chapter 12 ◆◆◆
~ Niklaus Henderson ~
“What do you think you’re doing?” I snapped, voice low and lethal.
Martha stood there in the hallway, robe half-open, red lips curved in that infuriating, playful smile she’d perfected over fifteen years. She looked utterly unbothered—like she’d just walked in on a casual cocktail party instead of finding a twenty-year-old girl kneeling half-naked in my playroom, breasts bare and flushed, n*****s still peaked from the cool air and the lingering ghost of her own thumb.
“What?” she asked, all innocence and mischief. “I miss the good old days, Klaus. Jeez! She’s the youngest yet. Twenty?” Her eyes sparkled with wicked delight as she stepped closer, hand sliding down the front of my trousers to cup my c**k through the fabric. “Look at you… already h
