C118 In the Arms of the Devil.

Dontrell’s body tensed, his senses on high alert, but his smirk didn’t falter. His dark eyes flickered with amusement, but there was a sharp and daring air about the way he stood unfazed.

"Dove," he drawled, tilting his head. "Are you holding me hostage?"

I didn’t let go. My thighs still trembled from his ruthless claim