- you look better under my control... Her voice was raspy as she stared at my wet pussy. "Fifteen years ago, I faked a fall just to get her attention, which resulted in a free kiss disguised as cpr" I forgot about it, But she didn't. And I didn't understand why Until I found myself sitting on her face and riding her tongue fifteen years later, like my whole life depended on it. She looks at me like she owns a piece of my soul. Like she has always known something I was only beginning to understand. Rosé Moore thought she had it all figured out. The perfect career, her boyfriend of 9 years. Until Rowan Zen stepped into the room in Paris, smelling like everything rosé was running away from. Was it intentional? Two empires. Two families. Two women with everything to lose. Are they ready to burn it all away? Among all chaos, a question remains Did they ever have it? Was it ever love? Or was it TOXIC FROM THE START.