Gleam (The Plated Prisoner, #3)

by Raven Kennedy

“You’re very floppy.” I rest my head against his firm, muscled chest. “You’re very hard,” I counter. A rich, dark laugh slips from his mouth. “You’ve no idea.”

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“Why the fuck is there a bruise on your cheek?”

“I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you, Goldfinch. I was just waiting for you to catch up.”