My lady remember 10
He’d lifted her skirt. His scorching–hot hand slid down her spine, gripping her firmly from behind. “No-” Deborah’s heart dropped. ‘What kind of man have I gotten myself tangled up with? This is the palace–someone can come by at any moment. And yet he dares. “Your Highness, stop–let me go-!” Then, out of nowhere–a sharp … Read more