C58 My Rules

A honey brown door, weighing about fifteen tons of gold, slammed shut with a violent force, while Karen felt herself catapulted through the air, her body landing with a soft thud on the plush, king-sized. Her face sank into the dips of the foam, her senses overwhelmed by the heady aroma of a masculine cologne that unmistakably belonged to Damion.

The alluring scents