Jane stared up at Vlad and slowly surrendered. She was in his control, living in his house, surviving by his grace and quite literally pinned beneath the grip of his powerful hand. He wanted her. It was in his every word and action. She had fought him, repeatedly, and she had failed on every level. And God help her, she wanted him too. Even as he threatened to crush her and force her surrender, her body melted for him. Her heart sped up and her p***y heated up at the thought of his big, hard body taking hers.
Slowly, her body slumped against the door, held up only by his grip. She read the triumph in his dark eyes and looked away before she got pissed off and did something they would both regret. Again. Slowly Vlad removed his grip on her throat and ran his hand in a heavy caress down her
