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The Thief

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LECTURAS 864,725
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Partes 60
Hora 5h 53m

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"Tell me little thief," he breathed silently against my ear causing all my hair on the back of my neck to rise.

"How should I punish you for such crimes against not only me but the kingdom?" He gently dragged his thumb along my lips while holding a cocky smirk.

"I have an idea..."

This can't be good..



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