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“My head’s fucking fine, Blaze. You have nothing to worry about,” I argue, but he just glares at me, his voice low. “No? I was in your room when you got home and you didn’t even notice, let alone when I walked into the bathroom. Like I said, go and fill her cunt up with your cum, then get your ass into gear before you end up fucking hurt or dead. Anyone could have been in the house tonight instead of me, and you weren’t observant enough to even notice. Is her pussy really worth your fucking life?”
The Reaper Incarnate (Reaped, #0.5)
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