“Tell me something," Xcor drawled. "Yes?" "Is his piggish head still attached to that weak little body of his?" Assail chuckled. "No."… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“Stepping onto the bath mat, that was also done in that god-awful deep pinky red, he toweled himself off. Still erect. Glancing… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“After shoving his former clothes inside, Xcor found himself bowing at the waist. "Your assistance has been much appreciated." Antoine raised his… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“And I shall take my leave of you now- unless you have plans to shoot me. In which case, I shall take… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
