The Secret Mother And Her Cruel Tycoon

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ircuited. The shock of the c

p the back of her neck, holding her in place. He deepened the kiss, his tongue for

s punishing. And God hel

ameras flashed

int, but they knew something wa

interest in the dark car. They wal

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t him, her l

e rage

ac

pped hi

e side. The sound echo

m to hit her back

her. He ran his tongue over his teeth. A

hannel that fire. Don

rtition. "Driver

sped. "No! We

m. Tomorrow, we make you a weapon. If you go in

made a

l disappear. She watched G

ack in the se

ouse, she went st

a bottle of vodka and took a swig. The burn

aid from the doorway. He

muttered. She to

bottle was half empty

reckless.

r to him. She

im in his chair. For

" she slurred. "Becaus

given her. She pulled out the black Centurio

rew it

est and slid

ow much? How much for the great August

Then up at her. His exp

afford me

e," she mocked, echo

addled

e gamble. Maybe she could get his wallet, his phone, a key..

dress riding up. She grabbe

whispered, leaning in.

me up to grip her waist. Hi

low rumble in his chest. "You are pla

n't c

issed

ed it. And this time