Anna Marie’s Place at His Feet Soft moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains, bathing the bedroom in an…
“I’ve seen how you look at my feet,” she said, smiling now. “You think I don’t notice?” “I—okay,…
Aliyah had always been drawn to the darker side of life. For her, pain was the ultimate pleasure. …
She looks like the girl next door—if your neighborhood was laced with danger, louboutins, and late-night cravings that…
I shouldn’t have gone. I knew better. But something about his messages—so bold, so filthy, so confident—had me…