Love. Blood. Gun. I was just a fallen cop. Unlike me, she was not what she seemed at first sight. I thought what had happened between us was just a one night stand. I was wrong. So was she. Now, seeing her after so many years again was a dream. And she was just as beautiful as when I had shot her down. This book is the story of our first encounter. It was steamy, it was erotic, it was love; damn.

Katrina came from a well respected family with such conservative reputation. All her life she needs to consider her family's reputation before doing things that she liked. She was always this little good girl, behave and tame. But deep inside her, she knows there is this devil of wildness she's hiding. Yes, She is 18 and a virgin thanks to her parents but it was long ago that she discovered what pleasure means and what orgasm is. In her princess like room there she kept her little secret. Porn magazines, Sex tapes and Sex toys. In her room where she fantasize about everything wild and devious.

2020 update. On Amazon only recent Wattpad update deleted private chapters. ----- She got me, I was trapped brought down to the Witch's realm, a place designed to drive people sexually insane. She almost had me to, almost broke me - but I survived and this is my story. I'm no longer afraid to tell the world what happened. The world needs to know. This story isn't clean, it isn't perfect, its my escape from a hell that almost drove me insane with pleasure - a hell I hope no one will ever have to experience again.

[COMPLETED] After one drunken Friday night, Vesper wakes up and finds herself on a bed, in a room, in an apartment that she neither owns nor recognizes. She discovers that the man who owns the place is the same man who she threw a dollar at, insulted, and slapped because she thought he was a pervert hobo who hovers around bars to make a pass at drunken girls. It turns out that "Pervert-Hobo Guy" owns three apartments, a Porsche, seven hit songs, three Grammy awards, and a broken heart paired with a damaged soul. And don't forget to add these things--a raging libido, a skilled mouth, dexterous fingers, and a certain something that may or may not have caused Vesper's eyes to go wide. ~*~*~*~*~ "Your m-mother... is... outside," Vesper mumbled breathlessly. His familiar scent wafted through her nostrils--something woodsy, something citrusy--something that screamed sex on legs. His intoxicating scent befuddled her mind and she cursed herself for being so weak. Her eyes widened at the feel of his something that's definitely not his belt buckle pressing against the small of her stomach. He wickedly grinned. "That's the point. She's outside so she can't see us." He nipped at Vesper's jaw and suckled on that sensitive spot on her neck. He moved towards her lips again and tasted her mouth from corner to corner. "Sweet. So, so, sweet," he said in between kisses. Vesper was horrified at the fact that her body was betraying her. She's a person with a very strong personality, but one touch of Andray's soft lips and she's pliant. Feeling herself losing control, she responded to his kisses with equal fervor, mouth still closed. She gasped in surprise when she felt his hands move to the middle of her legs and cupped her there. His tongue took the opportunity and delved into her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers. ~*~*~*~*~ This story is intended for mature audiences only. It contains strong language and explicit scenes. Read at your own discretion. You have been warned.

C O M P L E T E D In which a Puerto Rican woman with a strong exterior (and a rather weak interior) learns that her past yields no power over her, and she can learn to love the man that she just wants to fuck. ~*~ Published: 12/09/2016 Cover: _salacious