Bianca

I began to cry out, as I saw the intention in his face, the determination to teach me a lesson in his eyes; “No! And I mean N-0.”I was backing into the room as I spoke but when his hand went to his belt, I stared at his bare chest, unable to look away, I knew I was in trouble.

The man was gorgeous, his chest with the finely sprinkled black hair, sculpted muscles, bulging muscular arms... l could see the tented trousers and knew that he was as aroused as I was. Fury ...