DaoistaVHOdN - Profile

Eric could have dodged it, but he didn't. He was willing to take anything she wanted to give him, even if it left a coppery-blood taste in his mouth. Because it was Crystal that had hit him, the taste of his blood was like a pleasurable malt sugar. ��Does your hand hurt?�� he asked. ��Next time you want to hit me, just tell me, and I'll just hit myself.��

Domineering Billionaire Husband: Please Love Me Gently

Urban · AnnaShannel_Lin