Leander felt a sudden surge of panic and a twist in his gut. Fuck, he thought this had been going –
well, ridiculously too well. He wasn’t the sort of guy you bought for this, let’s be honest. He wasn’t the sort of guy you bought for anything but being a thug, unless you were a particular sort of sadist.
His owner or his… handler? being a sadist was still on the table, he reminded himself. Continue reading