Lucy wasn’t even supposed to talk to someone like Gabriel. He was only the gardener’s son, even if they had been children together. But one day he came home after years away at school and she could hardly bear how distant he was. She didn’t realize that the real reason she wanted him to pay attention to her was that he had grown up tall and handsome and just a little bit cruel.
So she didn’t tell her father when he came to her room one afternoon, because she quickly learned the lesson he had for her: money had nothing to do with it. She was a slut, and he owned her now - or maybe he always had.
Notes:
Oh man her face! Hotness abounds!
Lucy wasn’t even supposed to talk to someone like Gabriel. He was only the gardener’s son, even if they had been...
Come for me, baby ….
is the only reason I’m reblogging
don’t stop …
Pressing down onto her body pinning her to the sofa, holding her legs apart so I have perfect access to her delicious...
This just makes me shiver, I love it.
