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... e oil to the fire.

It was not too far from the truth, really.

Their bedroom was practically a sex dungeon.

It almost inspired him to do what he was accused of.

Because he was helplessly addicted to Lucien’s alluring, sexy body.

Every curve, every dent in his body served as deadly weapons to lure Ronan in.

Once he wrapped his slender limbs around Ronan, the Alpha was basically drowning in the deep pool of hot, scorching love for his mate.

He ...

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