“If you refuse a direct order, Twelve, you pay the price. If you try and seduce a single officer in Darkmore again, I’ll have you sent to magical interrogation and perhaps Dr Quentin will stitch you right up so you can’t ever spread your legs for a favour.” “I’d cut your dick off before I ever touched it!” she snapped. A smile pulled at my mouth as I held her in place, wrapping my hand tighter in her hair. I secretly loved a rebel, especially when I got a drink out of them. But I couldn’t do it here with four cameras pointed at me. “Looks like I let the wild animal out of her cage at last. Try
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