Eternal Slumber in the Endless Night
Language: en
I was known in our circle as the ultimate little vixen, with my lips always curled into a knowing smile and eyes that could charm anyone. Julian Sterling, on the other hand, was the most brilliant heir of the elite families, an untouchable enigma, known for his cold restraint. No one knew that two people so utterly opposite, like Julian and I, would be entangled in such a wild, desperate way—wrestling in the backseat of his Maybach late at night, clawing at each other in the charity gala’s bathroom, or pressed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of his private vineyard, his hands…