Clean Bandit
- LECTURES 387
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- Chapitres 28
Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture2 h 38 min
Dernière publication mar., oct. 7, 2014
Wren meets Harry at a sports bar, but will a clean bandit be too much for her to handle once he gets too involved with something else? Everything seems great at first, then somebody comes and ruins in it all. Hurt. Pain. Relent. Harry POV "You're like a bandit," she says tracing the tattoos on my chest, "a clean bandit."
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