“You're wicked through and through." He leaned into her, his nostrils picking up her musky scent. "Tell me the truth. You love it when I'm being wicked. You like the danger and excitement of it all." She opened her mouth… — Monica Burns Copy Share Image
“You're wicked through and through." He leaned into her, his nostrils picking up her musky scent. "Tell me the truth. You love it when… — Monica Burns Copy Share Image
“As plain Jane, she had far more to risk than Lady Mystère did. Behind her mask she could be the mistress of his darkest… — Monica Burns Copy Share Image
“Do you wish me to continue my demonstration?" "Of what? You ability to control my physical movements or your unwanted attentions?" She returned his… — Monica Burns Copy Share Image
“Tobias' body became a marble statue, and she knew she'd reached the darkness of his soul.” — Monica Burns Copy Share Image
“Look, if I don't let Ewan in, he's going to call the police." "Answer it," he rasped with a harsh resolve. "But when he's… — Monica Burns Copy Share Image
“You are wrong, Jane,” Angélique said softly. “Love is about trust. Just as one must trust one’s partner in La Maison des Plaisirs Sombres,… — Monica Burns Copy Share Image
“It’s a duress I’ll never regret succumbing to,” he murmured as his hands caressed the soft skin of her shoulders. “It gave me you.… — Monica Burns Copy Share Image
“Perhaps the best way for you to ensure my trust is to make love to me as I deserve to be loved.” At her… — Monica Burns Copy Share Image
“I'm being quite reasonable, Sophie. We love each other, and I'll be damned if I let you toss that away. You're right, we might… — Monica Burns Copy Share Image
“You didn’t,” she said in a resolute voice. “And you won’t in the future, because with each purging of your soul, your anger will… — Monica Burns Copy Share Image
“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?" "That brandy you had before we left home has dulled your senses, Devlyn. However, I… — Monica Burns Copy Share Image
“I said kiss me again.” A sultry smile curved her lips. “Would that be such a difficult task to perform?” Christ almighty, she wanted… — Monica Burns Copy Share Image
