Haley

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He releases his hold and my body sags. I rub my neck and he wipes the droplets from his. Staring at the crimson stain on his fingers, his eyes narrow, then lock with mine. “Open your mouth,” he demands. I look up at him through my lashes. He cannot be serious. He raises his eyebrow.  “No.” My voice shakes as I speak. I can barely hear it through the pulse pounding in my ears.  “Have it your way.” He shrugs and grips my chin and pries my lips open, slipping in his finger to the back of my mouth. The metallic twang of blood sours on my tongue, his eyes glint with hunger.  “I’ll see you around, ...more
Detained (Beneath the Mask, #4)
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