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Mateo leaned back on the velvet couch, shirt wide open now, tattoos on full display. His chest rose slow, lips parted, eyes glassy with drink—and heat.
He let out a lazy, low “mmmh,” the sound rolling from his throat like sin.
Silas stood in front of him. Heart racing. Palms sweaty.
This wasn...
Masuk dan Lanjutkan Membaca
Lanjutkan Membaca di Aplikasi
Temukan Cerita Tanpa Batas di Satu Tempat
Perjalanan ke Kebahagiaan Sastra Bebas Iklan
Melarikan Diri ke Surga Membaca Pribadi Anda
Kesenangan Membaca yang Tak Tertandingi Menanti Anda
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