It's complicated. My Italian-shoed stranger captures my mind and body yet only allows glimpses into the depth of the secrets he holds. He's a surgeon, he's a cage fighter, he's possibly a murderer. He's not a good boy. I feel as if I know him, yet I know I don't. Dr. Jacade J. Jordan, my enigmatic sex god on a stick.
Damn, she's delectable. My sweet Ivy. I want to eat her alive. But how can I possess her when she doesn't even know me? When the secrets run too deep? When I've killed for her and would do it again in a heartbeat? How can I watch her submit so perfectly when I am the one at her feet?
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