She broke something of mine. Now she’ll break for me. The first time we met, Halle O’Leary smashed my car windows when I parked in a fire lane.
The second time we met, she pulled me from a burning building.
But tonight, the only thing she’s going to be doing is writhing and begging and coming for me over and over again while I enjoy her beautiful, helplessly bound body in every way I please.
Tomorrow I’ll figure out how to make her mine forever.
