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“Please,” I gasp out, dragging a hand down the front of his shirt. “Please, Ransom.” “What do you want, pretty girl?” he murmurs. “Tell me what you need.” “You,” I pant. “Please. Touch me. I want your hands on me.”
Twisted Game (Filthy Wicked Psychos, #1)
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