Chapter 72

  Riley

  I stared at the sleek black card in my hand, chest still heaving, c.u.m slowly leaking from my wrecked asshole onto the cold marble floor.

  Ian Westcliffe

  Westcliffe? As in Sebastian Westcliffe? Poppy's ridiculously hot stepdad?

  No fucking way. It had to be a coincidence, right? Westc...

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