On the surface, Aiden had it all. Wealth, good looks, and intelligence. But beneath the veneer of masculine perfection lay a broken man. A man obsessed with revenge. A man who hated me with a passion. Or did he? After all, there's a thin line between love and hate. ...
"Arms up." He demands. His voice is harsh, yet soothing. I can't help but find his dominance intriguing. I do as he said, and put my arms up and over my head, my body squirming on the mattress. He gently cuffs each hand individually, and attaches them to the metal hoops behind me. He nibbles on my ear lobe as he lig...
He crashes his lips onto mine, kissing me hungrily and grabbing my face as if he were starved. 'You want revenge?' He mutters into the kiss. I nod as I grip onto his face, pulling him into me roughly, still kissing him like he was the only thing to exist. 'We'll get you your fucking revenge...' Milan's finally living...