Malan Manor

Damien knew the games she played, they were all too familiar to him. The teasing was only the beginning.
Her seduction was what made her so intriging to him, to any man she'd ever known. But in the end he'd always gotten what he wanted. Her.
He loved her. He loved everything about her, the way her smile lite up any room, the way her bright blue eyes shimmered in the moonlight, her petite-seductive figure, the way her body moved gracefully in every right motion, to him she was delicately perfect. Her name was Emma.