At twenty one I gave up hope that he would ever notice me.
He’s twenty years older than me, and an arms dealer for the mob.
The smart choice would be to forget he ever existed.
But that’s not possible.
His icy blue gaze, sculpted physique, and huge rough hands play a vivid part in my dreams.
Then one night everything changes
Every fantasy I ever had he brings to life.
Dominant and possessive he praises and worships me.
He makes me feel like a woman when all my life I’ve felt sheltered and controlled.
But Callum has dark secrets, and a past that refuses to let go.
I knew he was a bad man but I never would have anticipated this…
