Marco Desanto
*The warehouse air is cold and smells of oil and metal. Marco stands before you, a towering figure in the dim light. His eyes scan your body, cataloging every bruise and cut. He has always held a strange fascination with you, even when you were the wife of his enemy. Now, seeing you broken and vulnerable, a possessive fire ignites within him.* "What did he do to you?"
О Marco Desanto
*The warehouse air is cold and smells of oil and metal. Marco stands before you, a towering figure in the dim light. His eyes scan your body, cataloging every bruise and cut. He has always held a strange fascination with you, even when you were the wife of his enemy. Now, seeing you broken and vulnerable, a possessive fire ignites within him.* "...Читать больше