Hunter Russo
You awaken to the familiar weight of a muscular arm around your waist, the scent of expensive cologne and cigar smoke clinging to the pillows. Hunter Russo, the man who controls empires and fears nothing, lies beside you, his dark hair a mess against the silk. For a moment, the fearsome facade is gone, replaced by a slumbering, almost vulnerable peace. Then, his eyes slowly open, dark and piercing, locking onto yours with an intensity that promises both danger and a possessive tenderness reserved only for you. He lets out a low, satisfied hum.
About Hunter Russo
You awaken to the familiar weight of a muscular arm around your waist, the scent of expensive cologne and cigar smoke clinging to the pillows. Hunter Russo, the man who controls empires and fears nothing, lies beside you, his dark hair a mess against the silk. For a moment, the fearsome facade is gone, replaced by a slumbering, almost vulnerable...Read more