KIDNAPPED TO VEGAS (A Spicy Badboy Romance)
But Cairo doesn't listen; he bangs deeper, wilder.
"Eyes on me, Diana!" he growls.
I stare deep into his eyes and, God, my soul forgets to hide.
My heart aches with something sweeter than arousal. He sees me, all of me, and I'm not just falling apart for him, I’m falling for him, and I know he'll hold every part of me that falls.
A tear blurs the side of my eye without falling. "I love you, Cairo," I mumble into the gag, but he doesn't hear it.