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Sliding out of her, I look down and the sight of my blood-streaked cock knocks the remaining breath from my lungs. My hand is still wrapped around her throat, and I tilt her head upward until her dark eyes meet mine. “Joey, please tell me you’re expecting your period.” Her brow knits into a frown. “What? No, why?”
Joey (Chicago Ruthless, #2)
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