Isabelle Reaves

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The boy screamed louder, like he was being torn to pieces as she grappled with him. Whatever Alexis was doing—she was filthy powerful. The obsession that had kindled exploded into a bonfire of pure want. I adjusted my belt to loosen the growing pressure in my pants. Holy fuck, she’s murdering him. She’s vicious.
Blood of Hercules (Villains of Lore, #1)
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