Chapter 60 My Rules

A golden brown door, weighing about fifteen tons of gold, slammed shut with a violent force, while Karen felt herself catapulted through the air, her body landing with a soft thud on the plush, king-sized. Her face sank into the dips of the foam, her senses overwhelmed by the heady aroma of a masculine cologne that unmistakably belonged to Damion. The alluring scents, a potent mix of spices and leather, wafted into her nostrils, stimulating her wolf senses within Aria, who yearned for something that far more annoyed her that she had to scold her to keep quiet.