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But my words are unheard as he walks out of the pub. I sulk, then I grab him by the hair. “Taking me back, my arse. You just want to fuck me, you perverted, sadistic bloody wanker.” “Glad you got that off your chest. We’re going to have a long night.”
God of Malice (Legacy of Gods, #1)
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