Chapter 295: Tori Lynch's Master

Arya Moore toyed with the long whip in her hand, every word out of her mouth laced with heavy innuendo. Diego Santee's mouth twitched. This sounded a little too familiar. "Dakota taught you that again, didn't she?" Diego sighed. "What does that woman even keep in her head all day?" Caught out, Arya's face flushed an even deeper red. She lowered her head in embarrassment, twisting a lock of hair around her finger. A moment later she looked back up, meeting Diego's gaze. Shame flickered in her...