Temperance's is a take no prisioner's type of man, “one.” The corner of his lush mouth tugs up on one side, and my nipples and c**t pulse in response. “God help you, because now you’re effing mine.” Her man is just blunt, “it makes me effing hard to know that you were ****ed thinking about it.” This was an alright read, I was frustrated we didnt get to know who Temperance's man was, hopefully the next novel will give us the details.
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