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“That’s enough, baby,” Gabriel said, pulling me back against him. “You’re making me horny.” “She’s mine,” he told his father, as a hard hand clamped down on my head, stroking my hair with a terrifying metronomic regularity. "Not yours. She never was yours. All you did was deliver her to me.”
Vile Pucker: A Dark Gothic Hockey Romance
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