Dangerous Love: Sin, Lust, and Scandal
Her body ached everywhere — ass, pussy, thighs — but she felt strangely safe.
She was starting to crave the pain.
She was starting to crave him.
As she drifted off in his arms, Viktor kissed the top of her head and whispered against her hair:
“By the end of this month, you won’t want to leave me, Aliyah. You’ll beg to stay owned by the Wicked.”
And deep down, in the part of her that was already addicted, she knew he was right.