Simran Nagpal

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He hovers over me like an angry god, his chest rising and falling heavily. His thin gray shirt sticks to his muscles, leaving little to the imagination. He pulls down my shorts and I hiss in a breath as the fabric creates friction against my swollen clit. He throws the shorts aside.
Heart of My Monster (Monster Trilogy, #3)
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