Xenia p.o.v.
" You woke up early, princess?"
I looked up at father in the mirror, when he stood behind me and was buttoning up his black shirt, silver cross glimmering over his bare hard chest. His jet black hair was wet, a strain falling over his forehead, his beard perfectly trimmed making his chiselled jaw sharper than usual, and holy fuck the scent of his body, roses, mix with that intoxicating smell of his cigar, making me want to lick up his flesh...but of course, he wouldn't let me touch him, would he?
And like the shameless person I am, I still let him touch me every fucking time, whenever he wants, wherever he wants. No matter how much I tried to stop myself, no matter how much I tried to deny him, try to awaken that queen inside me, but only a glance of those longing darkened blue eyes, and just like that, all that self-control inside me shattered and I always opened my legs for him as if my fucking wet cunt only made for a sole purpose, of him eating it.