CRAVING THE WRONG MAN: DANGEROUS DESIRES BOOK 1
Sweat glistened on his chest where he’d shed his shirt at some point.
Seventh round. I was floating in a haze of overwhelming sensation and desperate need. My thoughts scattered—flashes of the dinner table, Massimo’s smile, Alessio’s jealous glare, the way he’d looked at me like he wanted to devour me whole. All of it blurred into this moment.
He edged me with the vibrator alone again, but slower, drawing it out until I was crying openly, body slick with sweat, every muscle trembling.
“Seven,” he whispered, brushing damp hair from my forehead with surprising tenderness even as his eyes burned with dark satisfaction.