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14 - RIDING MY CRIMINAL 2.

Author: MISS EM
last update publish date: 2026-07-04 00:15:17

RIDING MY CRIMINAL 2.

ASH’S POV

"Go sit on the couch, Kelvin," I commanded, my voice cold again. “I'm not done interrogating you yet”.

He laughed, a dark, satisfied sound, and walked toward the living room, his cuffed hands resting against his bare backside.

I followed him, the heat in my core burning hotter than ever.

Kelvin sat back on the heavy leather couch. His hands were still locked behind hím. He looked like a king on a throne, graceful as ever.

I stood over hím, my chest heaving. The
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