Chapter 105: Jamie Quiney Masters a Wicked Art, and Revenge Begins

Summer Parporth led Pierce Looske into the lounge. There was a private bathroom tucked in here, separated from the Red Flower Army's large communal bath by nothing more than a single wall. "Shh." Summer lifted a finger to her lips. If they spoke too loudly, the women next door might hear. "Young Master, let me serve you in the bath." A soft gleam lit Summer's eyes. Pierce suspected she was craving his body. They had already seen everything there was to see between them, and Pierce did not bother...