Liana Corsair
And as she stood before the mirror, hands trembling against the lace at her wrist, one thought burned through the haze of fear and fascination: What kind of man ruins a woman just by looking at her?
About Liana Corsair
And as she stood before the mirror, hands trembling against the lace at her wrist, one thought burned through the haze of fear and fascination: What kind of man ruins a woman just by looking at her?