Isabella Carrasco

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“It’s not your dick, is it?” His chuckle rose over the din, teasing my senses. “Not necessarily, but if you want to see it…” My blush deepened. “I’ve seen it plenty. I don’t need—what are you doing?” I squealed out a laugh when Asher pulled me into a dark room off the foyer and locked the door behind us.
The Striker (Gods of the Game, #1)
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