SINNERS: AN HOT COLLECTION
Instead, he froze, staring at me with a mixture of confusion and something darker flickering in those intense eyes.
“What… what are you doing?” he asked, voice low and rough, like he was trying to process the sudden shift in the air. His hand came down to gently cover mine, stopping its progress, but he didn’t remove it. Not yet.
I didn’t flinch. I leaned in closer, letting my breasts brush against his bare arm through my thin cocktail dress. My nipples were already hard, pressing against the fabric, and I knew he could feel it. “I’m doing what my sister should have done on her wedding night,” I whispered, my lips inches from his ear. “I saw her, Roman. Downstairs. On her knees in her weddin
Bab Populer