Serurora’s POV.
“Can I at least shower first? I really need to freshen up and wash away the hangover.” I say as my heart drums wildly in my chest as I look into the beautiful honey-coloured eyes of Alexei. He is a master, as mom said. He is a dominant, or a dom, and she doesn’t need to tell me this. I know. I saw how he commands a room, after all I have experienced it firsthand with him.
“Da, you have five minutes, Serurora and then we will all be going somewhere more private.” He says, and my p***y throbs. He releases my throat, his hands moving back down my body. He gropes my breasts and I bite my bottom lip before his hands move down and around to my ass and he squeezes that hard. I hiss, my head thrown back.
“You have five minutes, Serurora, go now before we rip your clothes off and
