Her meticulously built compartments didn't just crumble; they fucking imploded, burying her detachment under the rubble. Suddenly, the man whose money she took, whose body she'd learned to please with calculated distance, became an obsession. A fire licking low in her belly, an ache demanding more than just his wallet.
The lines blurred, the rules dissolved into a sticky, complicated mess. This wasn't just about money anymore. It was about claiming something-or someone-she had no right to want. Roxy thought she was immune, playing a game she controlled. Now? She's free-falling into a dangerously hot territory where every touch, every look, promises pleasure and ruin.
Dieser Download kann aus rechtlichen Gründen nur mit Rechnungsadresse in A, B, BG, CY, CZ, D, DK, EW, E, FIN, F, GR, H, IRL, I, LT, L, LR, M, NL, PL, P, R, S, SLO, SK ausgeliefert werden.













