In Love with my Father’s Serial Killer
He froze for a second, drinking in the sight.
“What’s all this?” he asked, voice already rough. “The wine?”
Daniella’s lips trembled slightly, but her voice came out steady. “It’s for drinking.”
Christian’s gaze darkened with hunger. He stripped quickly, pulling off his jacket, shirt, trousers, until he stood completely naked. His muscular body was on full display broad shoulders, defined abs, thick thighs. His heavy cock hung between his legs, already hardening, balls dangling as he walked toward the bed with predatory grace.
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