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Ransom drags his fingers out of my pants. He licks them one by one, gazing down at me the whole time. “Mm,” he hums, a grin curving his lips. “I knew you would taste as sweet as you look. Tart like cherry pie, and silky like cream. Fucking delicious.”
Twisted Game (Filthy Wicked Psychos, #1)
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