Devin Isamoyer

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“Close the door,” he rumbles lowly, not bothering to look up from the spot that he is staring at on the floor. I do as he says and stand there in silence, gearing up for a fight when he says something that catches me completely off guard. “Crawl to me.” What? “Excuse me?” I balk.
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