Maeve Binchy Books Novels & Stories

Maeve slapped his hand away and moved past him, her eyes locking onto the trembling girl on the mattress. The blonde looked up with glassy, blown-out eyes, her chest rising and falling fast. She was beautiful with thick curves, swollen pink lips, and cheeks flushed a deep, burning red from Cedric's rough treatment. She looked about twenty, her youthful innocence practically radiating off her. Suddenly, a heavy, throbbing heat pooled low in Maeve's stomach. Her mouth watered. She loved seeing pure things broken. She held the girl's terrified gaze for a moment, then looked over her shoulder at Cedric. "Finish what you started," Maeve ordered, dropping into the leather armchair in the corner an