His Crode Clutches
“Undress yourself.” He ordered, his eyes half lidded, gazed at her.
Her innocent eyes fixed at him. “C’mon,” he leaned more “Will you?” he dominated her senses.
Her eyes softened, she softly nodded. Her fingers fumbled at the hem of her top, hesitating. She peeked up at him for permission, like she was afraid. But he didn’t react. He only watched.
With trembling hands, she slipped off her top.
When she looked up, he was already staring.
She reached down, fingers brushing over the waistband of her skirt. Hesitantly, she pulled the strip free, and the skirt dropped soundlessly to her feet, pooling like surrender, leaving her only in her white little pant.
A growl echoed from his throat as his hand shot up, gripping her jaw, not hard, but enough to make her gasp.
“You’re perfect like this.” he muttered against her lips. “So fucking good when you obey.”
Her lashes kissed her flushed cheeks.
“Get on your knees!”
*****
He’s dangerous. He’s Cruel.
She’s innocent. Too fragile.
Rosa’s life had always been ordinary… until she met Killian Salvatore, the enigmatic and dangerously captivating man who awakens desires she can’t control. To the world, Killian was a respected professor, calm, brilliant, untouchable. But behind closed doors, he ruled the underworld as a ruthless Mafia lord.
As their forbidden bond of lust and desire deepens, the twisted secret and bitter truth slowly reveals, destroying everything.
Then?
NOTE: DARK ROMANCE INSANELY OBSESSIVE BOOK. SO BE AWARE.