Mattisyn Bartley

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He was trailing a spur along my bare skin. He brought the rowel down, the spiked edges coasting over my nipple. A small moan escaped my lips, and he brought it back over the peaked bud. “You like that, don’t you, dirty little slut?” 
Swallow Your Fear (Whiskey Ridge #1)
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