Dirty Bad Wrong Contemporary Fantasy and a sarcastic ray of

and a sarcastic ray of sunshine

I want her everything

a myth to his enemies

he'll do anything to ensure his people know peace

With a name like Chess

Dirty Bad Wrong Contemporary Fantasy and a sarcastic ray ofThey call him Masque. I call him God. The man I want to consume me, own me, break me and corrupt me. Yet I've never seen his face. His body ripples like an Adonis, sculpted in steel and dripping in sin. His flesh is inked with the mark of the chimera one body, two very different halves. He plays hard. He plays rough. He has no limits. He's so fucking dirty bad wrong. But I love him for it. *** Lydia Marsh is always the strong one. The girl who never