Simran Nagpal

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I said, keeping my voice contained. Though I felt anything but calm. Julianna made quick work of her clothes, throwing them carelessly on the floor before kneeling back between my legs. Her eyes darted to my belt as I dragged it through the loops of my pants, with a loud swishing sound. Her delicate throat moved as she swallowed, hard. Her grey eyes flared wide when I wrapped my belt around her neck.
A Vow of Hate (A Vow of Hate, #1)
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