Chapter 129 The Taste Of Him

Ginnie***

Varkos’s hand stayed pressed over my mouth, warm and firm, the rough edge of his palm scraping against my lower lip. 

I shoved at his chest, but the hard plane of muscle barely moved. Instead, my clutch slipped from my fingers and hit the tiled floor with a dull thud. 

“L-let go of my m...

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