“You can ask Kolya. I was a good boy.” I scoff. “What?” He sounds almost offended. “I just find it hard to think of you as a good boy.” “Mmmm. How about you?” “What about me?” “Were you a good girl, Lenochka?” The sudden drop in his voice causes my insides to quiver and my limbs to tremble. There will probably never be a day where I will stop responding to him in this carnal way. “I was wild.” “Wild,” he muses. “I like that.”
