Leandra Parsons

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“I win,” I growled, bending over her. She glared, which made me smile only wider. I took a step back and leaned against the cage, motioning at my groin. “Be my guest.” Gemma got to her knees then moved closer as if she were facing a tribunal and not my dick.
Twisted Hearts (The Camorra Chronicles, #5)
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