Teagan’s kiss is chaos—fangs, fear, and surrender. Under the blood moon, her captive learns that devotion bleeds as beautifully as it begs.
I used warm oil. Then cold steel. You moaned. You bled. You begged. You succumbed to pain and pleasure.
888-750-4746 EXT- 882 He said he loved her. He said she was different. That’s what echoed in Brishel’s…
With the line disconnected, Deborah turned her full attention to her pupil. She took Peggy’s hand, guiding it…
Peggy, the timid secretary with the tight bun and an even tighter grasp on her inhibitions, found herself…