" Stop talking in Urdu, fucker. " " You're right I am a fucker, I'm trying to refrain myself from fucking you right here right now. " "Fuck you so hard against this wall, screaming against me" As she turned around she got so close to him he could smell her breath. He closed his eyes in anticipation, just to hear a giggle. She leaned into his ear " You wouldn't even get past my bra. " Ashton Wilkes wanted by all, yet she desires no one. Except him, her desire for him is something that can't be explained. It's not a push or a pull, it's an iron grip on her heart, relentless, powerful. Harold Knight, the King of Wolves. He loses control around her. He's known for his control, his dominance. When it comes to her, he becomes just another man trying to navigate the deepness of love.All Rights Reserved
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