Amelia Hamilton

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His hands gripped my hips and I spun on him with a spinning back fist. His head whipped to the side and he lost his grip. I quickly ran up the rest of the stairs and smirked down at him. He turned back to face me, blood coating his teeth. “Maybe I should have given you a safe word,” I said tauntingly, waggling my fingers at him, and then I took off again.
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