His Captive Mate

Their lips molded together. Sloane couldn't move her jaw at all, so she could only let the drool drip down the corner of her mouth.

It was not an affectionate kiss, but a complete torture.

Sloane closed her eyes and refused to shed a single tear. The man in front of her made it utterly clear to her that her tears were worthless.

Darius had gone mad the moment he learned that Sloane had got