DIRTY, ROTTEN SEXCAPADES (Er0tica Collection)
On my left hand, a rock the size of a walnut caught the light, a custom-cut pink diamond surrounded by black gold, the ultimate symbol of Preston's obsession.
I turned slightly, checking the view of my rear. The red, heart-shaped head of a crystal butt plug peeked out from between my ass cheeks, catching the sun. Preston had made me promise to wear it from the moment I woke up until the moment he took it out with his teeth. It was a heavy, constant reminder of the hardcore night ahead.
"Gosh! I can't believe you're getting married today," Lauren said, breathless as she tugged the laces of my silk corset, pulling my waist into a sharp hourglass curve.