DEVOTION: The Honeymoon Tapes
The wedding was for the world. The honeymoon is for him.
To the high-society crowds and the flashbulbs of the paparazzi, "Remo" Ashcroft is a man of cold iron and formidable silence—a powerful figure who finally met his match. But as the cabin door of his private Gulfstream clicks shut, the gentlemanly mask he wore at the altar disintegrates, revealing the hunger of a man who has waited a lifetime to claim what is his.
You are no longer just his fiancée; you are Mrs. Ashcroft. And Remo intends to spend every second of the next four weeks ensuring you feel the weight of that name in every fiber of your being.
Suspended thirty thousand feet above the Atlantic, the rules of decorum no longer apply. Remo has a singular, carnal mission: to keep you unraveled, to keep you worshiped, and—as he whispers darkly into your ear—to keep you saturated with his presence until you forget where you end and he begins. From the plush leather seats of his jet to the sun-drenched sheets of a Mediterranean villa, this isn't just a vacation. It is a total sensory takeover.
He’s spent months playing the part. Now, he’s playing for keeps.
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