|| AZRAEL DE LUCA'S POV ||

I looked down at the drunk woman underneath me. Her seducing voice made my cock hardening almost instantly. She was fucking asking me to fuck her in this open place. I knew that she was drunk, muddlehead and would wake up tomorrow to regret it. But she was a little temptress who would stop at nothing.

I took a deep breath before whispering with a growl,

" You...you will regret it tomorrow.."

She laughed out loud at my words. Her painted lips pouted together before telling in a groggy voice,

" Regret?? Hmm.. There's nothing.. called.. regret..in my life...even.."

She paused between her words...