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Page 29 of Shadow (Ghost Born MC)

Rurik

“Rurik—Christ. Fuck,” Malik grunted as I rolled my hips just right, making my cock glance over his prostate. A broken whimper slipped past his lips, and his fingers wrapped tightly around the rope securing his wrists to the headboard.

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