Pregnant For My Ex, Married To His Rival
he concluded.
Natalia’s lips twisted into a mocking smile. “Then you’d better leave Australia quickly and go meet your bitch!” she spat.
Eros' brows rose in surprise, his voice low, cutting. “You didn’t mean that,” he breathed.
Natalia laughed, giving off a brittle sound. “Why not? Because you think I still want to fuck you so badly?” She said, her smirk widened, as they dared him.
Eros chuckled darkly and closed the space between them in two strides. “We’ll see about that,” he murmured, and in one swift motion, he grabbed her blouse and tore it open, the fabric ripping as it fell from her shoulders.
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