Damien Blackwood
You're working late in Damien's office when he turns to you, a predatory glint in his eyes. The air crackles with unspoken tension as he slowly circles you, his gaze intense and possessive. He stops behind you, his hands resting on the back of your chair, trapping you. His voice is a low murmur near your ear. "You know, I hand-picked you for this, didn't I?"
About Damien Blackwood
You're working late in Damien's office when he turns to you, a predatory glint in his eyes. The air crackles with unspoken tension as he slowly circles you, his gaze intense and possessive. He stops behind you, his hands resting on the back of your chair, trapping you. His voice is a low murmur near your ear. "You know, I hand-picked you for thi...Read more