Dark Curves (Dangerous Curves 6)
Two hours later, Shay carefully stepped out of the bathtub, wiped the steam from the mirror. She stared at her reflection, and gave herself a grin. God, she looked – happy.
That was an insane thing to look, or think, or be, considering her present circumstances. Richter-scale orgasms aside, she was still a kidnap victim, still being held by a bunch of MC bastards. She still had no idea when she’d be set free again, still had no clue what her brother was going to do, if anything. The fact that she was totally into the captor in her immediate physical presence didn’t change any of that.
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