Becca Sabala

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My nipples contract, hardening into points that poke into my forearms. I raise my eyes to meet his, and instantly, I’m stuck, a fly in honey. His black, glassy irises are tar. Quicksand. My breath shallows.
Nicky the Driver (Underboss Insurrection, #2)
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