Tempting The Devil’s Son
I whispered back, the words spilling out completely raw, completely unfiltered.
His lips curved into a faint, ruthless smile. "You don't know that yet, foxy," he murmured softly.
His hand slid down from my jaw, his fingers trailing over my throat, down to my chest, resting just above the waistband of my dress.
"I've done a lot of bad things," Roman said. "And I'm about to do some pretty bad things to you now."
My pulse spiked wildly. “Here?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.