"Who's that over there?" The man looked at me like I was from outer space, or perhaps like I lived under a rock, maybe a mixture of both. "Him? They call him Full Throttle," he chuckled with a hint of nervousness in his voice. I scrunched my nose up in confusion. "Why?" The man threw his head back and...
He pushed me against the wall. One leg between my thighs, one hand holding my wrists above my head, and the other with a dagger to my throat. I glared at him. "You got me where you wanted me, now what are you going to do about it?" He let out a deep breathy laugh leaning in closer to my ear, pressing the knife a littl...
All Harry wanted to do was get over his ex-girlfriend, so he got under Ophelia. *This story contains mature and explicit content*