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CHAPTER 84 – HEROS, THE KING
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2026-06-18 01:50:05Faina Green
The golden light of the sunset flooded the office, painting the mahogany walls with warm shades of amber and copper. I stood in front of the imposing desk, wearing only Heros’s white dress shirt — open in the front, barely covering my bare thighs.
Heros Green, the Capo di tutti capi, was leaning back in the black leather chair, legs spread, watching me with that look that always undid me: posses
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