The Secret Tycoon's Sweet Vengeful Queen

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air, his voice thick and gravelly as he pul

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interrogation. I opened my mouth to make u

s teeth, his hot tongue flicking against the sensiti

n my spine. Before I could bite my lip, a so

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or two full seconds, Dedric did not even breathe,

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glared back at Crawford. He merely arched a dark eyebr

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me onto my back, pinning me beneath

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inst my shoulder, I eased out from under the covers, walked

y playing the golden boy for his sponsors, his

ooking past the downtown skyline to the massive g

-up, third-line bubble player driving a rusted

ntrol a hundred-billion-dollar sports empire, I held the major

rth line for two years to draw out the underground gambling

t she was trading up by s

chedules to Waller, I had my lawyers pose as wealth advisors and trick he

ban her from every NHL arena in North America. I had on

e to walk into Genevieve's li

lked back to the bed, and brush

oman who calmly stitched up a bleeding fan in a chaotic

nison, my sworn brother and head of Apex security: Have the couture dress