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Danny emerged from my skirt with his lips wet, his hair fucked up and a gleam in his eyes that made my heart judder. Fuck, he looked powerful, the creator of my ruin. He’d set an entire forest fire in my flesh, reducing me to ash.
Forget-Me-Not Bombshell (Mafia Wars, #5)
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