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... his was a cold that seeped deep into her bones.
The car went faster and faster.
Quentin Grant had to be the only person who could make someone like Herman Hawthorne act as his chauffeur.
The night was black as ink.
The atmosphere inside the pitch-black car was impossibly frigid.
Quentin Grant nibbled her ear, his voice a mesmerizing whisper. "How do you think I’ll punish you?"
Before she could answer, he rolled down the window and shoved Nora Ainsw ...
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