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Persia's Sin
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Persia's Sin
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Persia's Sin
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Size: Kobo eBook
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DESCRIPTION:
After a night of passion with a stranger, Persia's life spirals out of control. Her simple life of wanton desires turn against her as the stranger reveals his true identity and motive. Will Persia resist temptation or will she give into a life she both seeks and resists?
EXCERPT:
As soon as she walked in he closed and locked the door behind her, taking her into his arms. "Where were we?"
"Stop," she demanded, putting her hands on his chest, as if that ineffectual barrier would have any sway on what he intended to do.
"Why should I? We both know this is what you want."
"It's not what I want," she lied.
"What do you want then," he asked, slipping one hand under her skirt.
Persia wriggled in dismay. He always went for her sweet spot. He always had her absolutely captivated in less than two minutes with that same dangerous hand.
"I want you to stop trying to control me with sex. I want…" Persia's tirade was cut short when J.C. picked her up and walked over to her chair. He sat down on it and unfastened his pants.
DESCRIPTION:
After a night of passion with a stranger, Persia's life spirals out of control. Her simple life of wanton desires turn against her as the stranger reveals his true identity and motive. Will Persia resist temptation or will she give into a life she both seeks and resists?
EXCERPT:
As soon as she walked in he closed and locked the door behind her, taking her into his arms. "Where were we?"
"Stop," she demanded, putting her hands on his chest, as if that ineffectual barrier would have any sway on what he intended to do.
"Why should I? We both know this is what you want."
"It's not what I want," she lied.
"What do you want then," he asked, slipping one hand under her skirt.
Persia wriggled in dismay. He always went for her sweet spot. He always had her absolutely captivated in less than two minutes with that same dangerous hand.
"I want you to stop trying to control me with sex. I want…" Persia's tirade was cut short when J.C. picked her up and walked over to her chair. He sat down on it and unfastened his pants.


















