Molly Earns Her Christmas Promotion
"Power pools between a woman's thighs when she stops fearing the men who want to ruin her."
"Fuck me harder against the tree," Molly had gasped last Christmas, her nails digging into Leonard's shoulders as the ornaments rattled above them. The memory flashed hot behind her eyelids now—the sting of tinsel on her bare thighs, the way...






