So the big, bad, and able-to-mind-control angel thinks you’re his. As in ‘I don’t share my woman.
Nalini SinghLooking at her, bedraggled and beaten, some might have seen weakness. He saw strength, determination, and a will no one could crush.
Nalini SinghMercy laughed. “You have to excuse them—boys suffer from an incurable disability.” “What?” “Testosterone.
Nalini SinghHolding her gaze, he closed the final distance between them and went down to his knees, that beautiful bruised face looking up at her.
Nalini Singh