Leandra Parsons

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Still, I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on for dear life until we crash into a wall. But we don’t stay there for long. After a flurry of hot and heavy kisses, he turns around and whisks me across the office floor until we hit the next wall. “Andrei,” I gasp, running my hands through his hair as he thrusts into me.
King of Ruin
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