Leandra Parsons

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“You seem to know a thing or two about me, baby.” I push up on my elbows and break his hold on my face, whispering against his lips, “Run, Robbie. You think you’re the only monster here?” He nips my bottom lip with his sharp teeth. “Enjoy your gift, beautiful.”
Obsession
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