Am I a whore for money? Yes. Am I a ruthless business man? Yes.
Am I a vicious dominant, both in and out of the playroom? Yes.
But do I also have a heart that actually works? Apparently I do.
Who would have guessed?
When I see the beautiful little creature with chocolate hair and bright green eyes digging through my trash like an animal, then scurrying away like a little rabbit, I’m intrigued, then aroused, then obsessed. I cant help but to find out who she is, and why she’s doing what she’s doing. She looks too polished to...
My name is Adrian Lambert.
Am I a whore for money? Yes. Am I a ruthless business man? Yes.
Am I a vicious dominant, both in and out of the playroom? Yes.
But do I also have a heart that actually works? Apparently I do.
Who would have guessed?
When I see the beautiful little creature with chocolate hair and bright green eyes digging through my trash like an animal, then scurrying away like a little rabbit, I’m intrigued, then aroused, then obsessed. I cant help but to find out who she is, and why she’s doing what she’s doing. She looks too polished to be homeless, and the collar around her neck is a dead giveaway that she belongs to someone. But who? Who do I need to remove from the equation to make her mine? She needs to be mine, come hell or high water. No one will stand in my way, and I mean no one, not even the man who owns her.
How far do I have to go to have her all to myself?
