E.L. Anthony

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“I hate you for what you’ve done. I hate you,” she hissed, lowering more onto my chest. “There are no words for how much I want to hurt you. I look at you, and I want to claw your face off. To beat you until I can’t even recognize you anymore. You make me sick.” My smile was automatic. “And despite all of that, you’re falling for me, and you can’t stand it.”
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