Alexa Vincent

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I wasn’t sure why I was getting so cagey about it. Maybe it was because I was in a cage. Because of course I didn’t want my kidnapper to fuck me. Of course I didn’t want to feel his cock driving into me while he recited the alphabet in that beautiful accent of his. Obviously. I wasn’t that fucked up.
The Death Club (Dead Men Walking, #1)
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