Nevaeh Bates

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Brutish hands land on my hips and I stifle whatever noise that’s trying to escape. A curse. It was definitely another curse. And it doesn’t matter that I actually don’t curse. Nikolai drags me down and my arse meets a hard surface. His thighs.
God of Fury (Legacy of Gods, #5)
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