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“Can it, Charity. I’m running on an hour of sleep, and that makes me extra stabby.
shudder of pleasure slithered through his body. Foxx had a thing for pain…for other people’s pain.
Harlow was watching him eat, his brow slowly rising. The hunter was drinking his nasty-ass straight black coffee—yuck. “I’m pretty sure that was more syrup than waffle.” “Waffles are a syrup eating device. So, you are not wrong,” he said with a delicate sniff.
The human shook his head and took another sip from his death beans,
In Foxx’s clearly unbiased opinion, murderous-sounding Harlow did something to his cock. How did one get someone to sound murderous without actually being murdered? A fine line to balance with someone who may or may not be a psychopath.
