Chapter 67 Rags and Ritches 8

Aria

The air left my lungs in a whoosh, as the hand that had been holding mine, slipped up my thigh. Dante’s fingertips brushed against the hem of my panties and then slipped inside.

Barely touching but it was enough to lock the next breath I inhaled into my lungs.

“Don’t make a sound.” He whispe...

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