Brittany Cope

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“I don’t know why I enjoy this little game we play so much, but I do know that every time you look at me with that furious little scowl, I want to fuck it right off your face. That’s all I’ve wanted since that day on the train when it took me less than a second to fall completely under your spell.” Something ugly snaked through my gut and he caught my chin before I could look away. “One day you’re going to tell me exactly what went down between you and Alistair – why you hold on to that damn ring – so I can make sure I never see that doubt in your eyes ever again.
Scotch on the Rocks
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