Leandra Parsons

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“Kiss me. I want to feel something else than this pain.” She shuddered. “Please, Savio, make me forget.” Screw it. Who was I to deny her? Cupping her face, I kissed her lightly, fully determined to leave it at a chaste kiss,
Twisted Hearts (The Camorra Chronicles, #5)
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