Leandra Parsons

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on the forest floor like two animals mauling each other. It’s dirty, crazed, and honestly, really damn hot. His hand slides down my torso, pushing up my shirt so his fingers can play with the skin near my belly button. He’s teasing me and he knows it. I growl, pressing my hips into him harder, hoping he’ll get with it and fucking touch me. He releases a little chuckle, and I pull back slightly, glaring down at him. “What?” “You want me,” he says cockily, pissing me off.
Hateful Love (King of Aces #1)
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