More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
With each lash of my belt and touch of my hand, I would watch as those striking emerald eyes of hers flashed with flecks of gold as I awakened her to the pleasure had through pain and punishment. I would have her craving my dominance, begging for it. Her submission would be my redemption.
Alison liked this
“Mr. Ivanov-” So, we were going to play that game, were we? “Gregor,” I corrected. “Mr. Ivanov—” she stubbornly continued. “Samara, I know what your pussy tastes like,” I teased. “Perhaps you could call me by name.”