We use cookies
When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Your cookies settings
Strictly cookie settingsAlways Active
Scars
*Dimos* The relief that sweeps through me is unnerving. I have no reason to believe her, and yet, I do. Maybe it's because my shoulder aches like the very devil. Perhaps it's the gentleness of her fingers when it has been so very long since anyone has shown me any tenderness. Maybe it's the press of her heated mouth to my warm flesh and the yearning it awakens in me, the desire to have her never pull away. Maybe it's because if I don't hate her, if my father has never been intimate with her, I'm going to be bloody well tempted to kiss her again, this woman who is nothing at all what I presumed. "He told me and others that you were his mistress." She arches a brow. "Are you insinuating he wasn't one to lie? That he was an honorable man?" "That first night you told me he f****d you." I s
- Writer
- chap_listContents
- likeADD
