Adrianu Cavallaro in full dominant man mode was straight out of every single one of Arwen’s pornographic fantasies. Gone was playful, laughing Addy who mocked and teased her. In his place, Adrianu was in possession of the room and with his jeans pulled back on, the fly unbuttoned teasing her with the memory of the thickness within. His hair was ruffled with his finger marks and his face was set as he studied her the way he had her spread over the bed.
Her head was turned to face him where he stood beside the bed, the paddle in his hands. He’d gone rifling through her closet and found a black satin night dress barely covering her ass and a tiny satin thong. He’d dressed her himself as if she were a doll and then laid her on the bed the way he wanted. She watched the way his lips twisted as
