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“If I can’t stand you”—Zanders inches forward, leaving absolutely no room between our bodies, his large frame overpowering me—“then why has my only thought of every minute of every day for the last week been me wondering what it would feel like to fuck you?”
Gasp
“Good girl.” Zanders gathers my curls in his fist, holding my hair out of the way. “Now, open your throat.”
gasp
