Alaina🫧

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She lay there, chest heavin’, tongue trapped between her teeth as I reached for a thick brush and dipped it generously in the red paint. The moment the cool tip touched her skin, she gasped and squirmed. I pinned a palm on her chest and growled, “Be still.”
Caution to the Wind (The Fallen Men, #7)
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