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His hand snapped around my wrist, halting my movements. “I’ve had better,” he rumbled deeply. I arched an eyebrow, not at all offended. He probably had. My eyes flicked to the raging hard on in his pants and back up. “Little Aleksandr seemed to like it.” He stepped into my space so his cock pressed tightly against my stomach. “There’s nothing little about me.”
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