Leandra Parsons

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He grasps my face and smashes his lips against mine, panting against my mouth. “Blaine, fuck, you’re gonna kill me. You need to get naked. Now,” he rasps, and it causes shivers to run down my spine. God, I love his throaty tone.
Hateful Love (King of Aces #1)
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