Catrina

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“I’m not the kind of man who does things he doesn’t want to do. You want blood?” He ran his hand across his chest and then smeared the blood onto my face. I moaned, my tongue falling out of my mouth. “Take mine. It belongs to you anyway.” He kissed me savagely. “Now, fucking come for me.”
Bratva Butcher (Bratva Series Book 4)
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