Description
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
He, tall, green, muscled, and very brute and very orc, swooped in to save me. Only saving me was half the issue. Because I had seen the faces of criminals, they wanted me dead. He wanted to save me and we ran.
Impossibly hot and deliciously alluring ,he dominated me with his strict militant direction and spanked me if I disobeyed.
And I liked it.
A recipe for disaster? Or the making of a fantastic love affair?
