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After I find his cheek and manage a quick lash of my tongue before he growls, grabs my hair, and thrusts me back, I tell him, “The only one who gets to break me is me.” I throw my head back and laugh as he struggles against me. I rock up and down his pelvis, feeling his cock bulging, growing harder. “You might have pretty crosses in your cock, Merikh. But I have a thousand fucking scars. And the ink I bled into them. And that’s why you hate me so much, isn’t it? Because I wear them so proudly, and all you can do is hide yours while you try to scar others.”

