Siren's Call

you've always been." His words were nothing but a mere whisper as the man who clutched onto me once again savored my lips as if he'd been famished

led to its destination. His lips never left mine, even as my lungs burned for air and I wriggled my body to make him stop. But he didn't. It was as if he wa

ho were standing outside eagerly waiting to get their hands on something that would tear us to shreds. If there's something better than a scandal, it's a celebrity scandal. And an affair of a newbie actress with Hollywood's hea

u just as much that I'd burn down everything I am to wipe you from existence," he breathed against my lips, finally allowing m

had no effect on him; his three fingers continued to torture me, sliding to the depths of my womanhood and then pulling back, only to fill me to the brim once again. The sensation of his fing

my only salvation in this godforsaken world? But does it even matter? It's a tale of love, hate,