“You’re forgetting something, Twelve,” he said, speaking right into my ear as his hands slid over my body and he continued to search me. “I already have you. The Warden assigned you to me. Your ass is mine.” His hands gripped my ass as he said that and he squeezed firmly enough to make me gasp. “You don’t own me, Cain,” I scoffed, though my pulse was racing at his words. “Maybe not,” he conceded, dropping to his knees behind me and running his hands down my legs. As he ran them back up the inside of my thighs, my pulse pounded even faster and he stood behind me again, looking into my eyes as I
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