I saw her. I wanted her. I bought her.
She was just supposed to be a plaything for a week. But I can’t keep my hands off of her, can’t stop thinking of all the things that I want to do to her.
She tries not to want it. I’m not sure why. But it doesn’t matter. She can try and resist me. She won’t prevail.
About the Author
After accidentally flashing an audience with her knickers, Em Brown decided that writing was a safer activity. She enjoys writing romance, particularly erotic historicals. For more about her works, visit www.EroticHistoricals.com.