~ Druscilla ~
“Make love to me, Ivan,” I whispered again, the words trembling out right after our kiss broke.
He wrapped his good hand around my waist, fingers digging in just enough to make me feel claimed. “You sure you know what you're asking for, pretty doll?”
“Yes.” I nodded, tears still blurring everything at the edges. I knew it wasn't wrong in the way that mattered deep down, but I also knew damn well I was asking the wrong man. The one man I shouldn't want like this. A dangerous man.
He slid both hands around my waist now, pulling me flush against him. “You get what this means if we go through with it, right?”
I nodded again. Crossing that line. A line nobody comes back from clean.
But I didn't care. I'd pictured this too many times—me spread out under my hot-as-hell saviou
