Dark love
Dark love

Dark love

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The good Doctor Lecter had his particular tastes and habits he couldn't share was a lonely life. But now he had Will by his side, and yet he still felt incomplete. When getting involved with a patient seems tempting to Lecter's palate—the temptation of a new taste and a new prey—but would that prey be so easy?

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Emma Van Skyver , nascida em 06/12/1989, na cidade de São Petersburgo , filha de uma bailarina londrina e militar russo Emma viveu a...

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