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31

IVAN

Breathe. I need to breathe.

Or else I’m going to fucking explode.

My chest is tight. Rage crawls up my throat and tenses across my shoulders. Worst of all, my cock is achingly, infuriatingly hard.

“Fuck.”

Cora St. Clair is a nuisance. Her arguing gets in the way of me doing what needs ...

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