“So, you like stories where the girl is followed and chased…hunted down and fucked without mercy…” he trailed off and gave a raw chuckle. “It’s always the quiet ones, isn’t it?” He reached up for my glasses. I tried to turn my head, but he brought another huge palm up and laid it like a necklace across my throat. Not pushing hard, but the pressure was enough to warn me not to move. “You dreamed of me, Lily. Did you dream of me touching you like this?” His voice was a rasp. I had the feeling he wasn’t joking around anymore. He was stone-cold serious. My heart pounded so hard, I was surprised he
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