Leandra Parsons

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One hand collared my throat while the other snapped his belt open, pulling it free. He wrapped it around my neck, feeding the strap through the buckle and pulling it tightly. Not so tightly that I couldn’t breathe, but tight enough to make my stomach clench, lust shooting through me.
Bratva Prince (Bratva, #2)
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