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‘A secret’s worth depends on the people from it must be kept’

—Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

CHAPTER 1

Ivan de Greystoke

The Dirty Aristocrat club, London

‘Lord Greystoke? You wouldn’t be related to Tarzan, would you? You sure look a lot like hile

‘I could be, if you’re into that sort of thing,’ I drawled lazily

‘I a the muscles of my upper-arms

So I pulled her, I think her naht have been Kitty, into the dark shadows of the club, and slaainst the wall

‘Oooo,’ she cooed, her breath reeking of pepper ainst the thin

I grabbed her dress—well it could have been a dress if it had not had such a drastic heht to keep it down—and pulled it right up to her waist,

exposing a black satin thong The material had crept into her pussy and sliced her lips into two juicy pieces of luscious flesh

Nice

I got down on ers around her sweaty waistband and pulled the ridiculous scrap of cloth down The lips had been shaved bald,

but she’d left a sle of curly dark hair above them

A … fuck Not another fake blonde

Still she was plenty sexy with a big redstretched over a cock, real boobs, a round ass, and extra long legs, but her golden hair was the thing that

had pulled net

It would just have to be doggy style

She stepped out of her thong It was still warht it to ht spent rubbing up to a lusty, ina filled

my nostrils I became hard immediately

‘Oh kinky,’ she squealed It occurred to

Honey, you don’t know the half I stood up and pulled her dress down over her ass cheeks and gave one of the round globes a good slap ‘Now, get back on the dance floor, you dirty little

slut,’ I growled