Evie Stanton

I stared wide-eyed at Thane as he ripped my corset in half with his bare hands. Easily tearing the lace holding the steel ribbed bodice together.

My breath caught, thighs pressing together as a rush of pure lust washed over me again. The burning desire coiling between my legs roared to life again, even as my arms trembled like I was cold.

I blinked once. Twice. Completely dumbfounded and painfully turned on.

He pulled the ...