Mattisyn Bartley

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I set the glass aside, take her jaw in my hand to part her lips, and spit her into her own mouth. Our eyes lock. She knows what I did. Then, her throat bobs, and she swallows everything I gave her. “Fuck, darling,” I say. “That’s my good girl.”
Westin (The Sovereign Mountain, #2)
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