Spellbound

Max Westin. Sex incarnate. Everything about him was a little rough, a little gritty. A primitive creature. Just like she was. He held her hand a little too long, his thickly-lashed gaze clearly stating his intentions to have her. To tame her. . . " Victoria." Her name, just one word, but spoken with such possession she could almost feel the collar around her neck. " It's in your nature," he murmured. " The desire to be taken." In this game of cat and mouse, everything is an illusion but the passion is as real as it gets . . .