“You’re mine, he kept thinking to himself. And he wouldn’t let her go. "Eres mía.” — M.C. Roman Copy Share Image
“She felt his fingers begin to play with the straps of her bra. “Are you always covered in lace, or is this just for… — M.C. Roman Copy Share Image
“It’s not a promise, it’s a guarantee. So you, my beautiful girlfriend, better rest up. You’re crazy if you think you can tease me… — M.C. Roman Copy Share Image
“You’re mine, he kept thinking to himself. And he wouldn’t let her go. "Eres mía.” — M.C. Roman Copy Share Image
