Chloe felt like a sheep skinned of its fur and tied to a rack, turned and roasted over an open fire. Every inch of the gaze sweeping over her burned with a greedy desire to chew her down to the very bone—a direct, disgusting intensity that m

This farce ended in pure awkwardness. The director stepped out to deliver an ambiguous summary: "Resume filming. Don't pick on the kids. We'll just have post-production edit this part out."

A warning paired with a sweet carrot—so smooth that it offen

Chloe froze in realization, finally registering what was going on. Something flashed through her mind, but she couldn't quite catch it. Standing on tiptoe, she pressed a firm kiss against his lips, speaking sweet words with effortless e