©NovelBuddy
PREVIEW
... loud and obscene in the quiet room, a testament to how thoroughly I had stretched her. Belladonna gasped, her chest heaving, her skin flushed a deep, rosy hue that clashed beautifully with the dark velvet of the chair. She looked wrecked, her hair plastered to her forehead, her eyes unfocused, but I wasn’t letting her rest. Not yet.
I grabbed her left ankle, my grip firm, and lifted it high. I hooked her leg over my shoulder, pressing her calf against my neck.
"Flexible," I note ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE




























