The moment I laid eyes on Makayla Hawkins, I felt it in my gut. A spark of desire, igniting a burning need inside me that I hadn’t felt in years.
I wanted her.
She had the face of an angel, and a body made for sin.
She was a temptress. A forbidden fruit.
And I wanted a taste.
Such a shame she belonged to another man.
One who didn’t deserve her.
But after a simple phone call, she was mine for the taking.
From the moment she stepped inside my club, I knew one night would never be enough.
I was consumed.
She was addicted.
I was her fantasy.
She was my obsession.