Chapter 140 Piers And The Don

• Piers sat back, his head aching. His father could still throw a fantastic punch, even at this age, that was something he could vouch for, he thought grimly. Hila strolled into the room, puffing away on a cigarette. It was a habit she indulged in whenever she was stressed and seeing her husband face off with the Don had made her furious.
• She was like a coiled spring, he thought drily as he leaned his ahead back against the head board and watched her, his eyes glinting as she came forward.
• Hila crushed out her cigarette , knowing how Piers hated her smoking and climbed into the bed with him, stripping off her thin shirt and straddling him as she leaned down to kiss him. He grunted as he gripped her waist and hoisted her, posing her over his hard, thick erection. The woman only had to flick an eyebrow at him and he was lost, he thought wretchedly, as he kissed her, their mouths fusing passionately.