“
Please, Volk,” she pleaded softly, her fingernails gently tracing the back of my calves. “I’ll do anything.”
I huffed, scratching my beard absentmindedly. “Anything, huh?
”
― Sinful Promises
― Sinful Promises
“
That’s because I hate you,” I spat, keeping my back turned and holding my mama’s hands tightly.
“Hmm, I know,” his steps drew nearer until he was just a few meters away. “It turns me on.
”
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