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... —it had fallen out entirely and rolled off a cliff. Other women, when pushed to extremes, either wept prettily, turned ice-cold and calculating, or pretended indifference with practiced grace. But Heena? She smiled like a maniac planning a bonfire and casually contemplated psychological warfare as evening entertainment. Even she had to admit it: her methods were unhinged.
Right now, staring at the bound priest on her bed, she wanted to fuck this holy bastard so thoroughly he’d forget eve ...
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