Lisey Sweet Pure - Taboo High Quality

The door swung inward, and the basement wasn’t a basement at all. It was a garden. Moonlit, impossibly deep, full of flowers that bloomed silver and black. And standing among them was a man—or something like a man—with eyes like amber and a smile that knew every lonely hour she had ever spent.

“To stay pure. Untouched. No boy’s hands, no late-night secrets, no wicked little thoughts before sleep.” lisey sweet pure taboo

Her face burned. She had never told anyone about the dreams—the ones where warm fingers traced her collarbone and a voice like velvet promised her the world. She had woken from those dreams feeling guilty and electric, pressing her thighs together in the dark. The door swung inward, and the basement wasn’t

“Someone who remembers when you used to leave milk and cookies by the furnace for the ‘house mouse.’ You were six. You wore a nightgown with ducks on it.” And standing among them was a man—or something