Lost in Moscow's Secret
I had to brace my hands behind me to maintain any sort of dignified pose.
“Don’t spread your legs, kotyonok.”
I glared at him, unwilling to let the trick work this time. Ripped fabric parted, revealing the curves of my breasts, my nipples hardening in the cool air. Why was I always the naked one? The only bare part of Ronan I’d seen was a few inches of his dick because the rest of it was inside of me.
“How sore are you?” he asked coarsely, his gaze slowly sliding up my naked body to meet mine. My throat felt tight when I realized he did feel a little guilty. The thought aroused a weird