Simran Nagpal

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Keeping her eyes on his, Morana pushed him into the wall and put her phone in his jacket. His brow furrowed at the action and Morana didn’t explain, sinking down to her knees on the rough ground and unbuttoning his jeans, doing something she’d been dying to do to him for days, putting across her message in a language he would understand, once and for all.
The Reaper (Dark Verse, #2)
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