I frowned and walked further into the house. Marching toward me, Aleksandr had a petite, dark-haired woman flung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, kicking and screaming as she beat her fists against his back, cursing him in Spanish. My brows shot up in surprise. “Glad to see you, brat,” Aleksandr grunted, moving past me and out the front door. I pointed after him. “Uh, who is that?” CHAPTER 27 ILLAYANA DE LUCA “Arturo, please,” I whined, begging for mercy. For the better part of an hour, he’d been teasing me, keeping me on the edge of orgasm
Dude wtf? How can you end a chapter on an incomplete thought?
