Seducing My Ex's Ruthless Billionaire Uncle

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eat rolled down her temples, stinging her eyes. But s

side of the court. He didn't

her wrist, which was now swol

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ck silenced the laughter

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or ruining the match. Ortega jumped up, pointing a fat fin

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olph ordered. It

stunned. She dr

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idors of the club, heading down to the VIP underground parkin

on Martin. He pressed a button on his keys,

et in. I'm taking you to the private

the open door.

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at his sharp

pace. She backed him up until his legs hit the side of

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y she was shaking. He felt her swollen, broken right hand

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ad failed. A wave of crushing despair washed o

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ngers tangling in her hair. He yanked her back, cru

r. His tongue forced her lips apart, swee

of the Aston Martin. The freezing car body and his burning

her waist. He lifted her slightly off the g

injured right wrist accidentally b

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d his mouth away. He was breath

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face. Angry at his own loss of control, he grabbed her by the waist, practical

nto the driver's seat. He slammed his

an angry beast. The tires screeched against the

looked at Dolph's tight jaw profile. She knew, in that mome