DIRTY ANGELS
With this devil who knew every weakness she had.
“You are soaking,” he murmured. “Tell me what you want.”
“You.”
“Not yet.”
He stood. She dropped to her knees, watching as he stripped. Shirt. Pants. His cock sprang free, thick and hard. He stroked himself slowly while she stared, hunger twisting deep.
“You are too perfect for your own good,” he said. “I missed you, kitten.”
“You are going to ruin me again.”
“Without question.” He stepped closer. “But you keep your share of Dirty Angels if you obey me. They will not touch one hair on your pretty hair while I am involved, I can protect you.”