“Shut the fuck up,” he snapped, his fist tightening in my hair. He pressed my hand further into his crotch, against his erection. “This is what you do to me, Harmony Green. Fucking beautiful. Too damn beautiful, and the kicker is that you don’t even know it. You don’t know how beautiful you are. What a treasure you are, with your red curls, blue eyes, a smile that could blind a sorry motherfucker, curves that make a man like me believe in God, and the voice of an angel. You being in those stands tonight—for me and only me—not as a fucking fan, buckle bunny, or a person who wants me to fail,
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