Lust Under Lies. she want more
Later, plugging it into his phone, Michael’s voice had crackled out in confession: the explosion, the plot to eliminate Nickey—each word igniting a fire in his chest.
Trina lifted a rose, her hum rising slightly, and held it to the lantern light. “These need tending, don’t they? They grow wild if I don’t guide them,” she said, her voice soft but precise, a delicate balance between innocence and mischief. Her eyes caught his, sharp and knowing, sending a thrill through him.
“They look perfect. You have a steady hand,” Nickey replied casually, keeping his tone even, but the USB burned in his pocket, a reminder of secrets and threats he could wield.
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