“My wife,” He rasps, the hand not currently pinning me to the pool table moving down my body, “My pretty little brat. Did you have fun?” Say no, Olivia. Tell him you’re sorry. “I had a blast,” My voice comes out strained. “Pink really is your color.” He chuckles and leans in, his nose burying into my hair as he inhales, “I hope it was worth it.” “I’d do it again,” I admit. Let’s be honest, I really would. “You fucked with my car,” He growls. “You noticed, huh?” I try to push up, but he allows no movement. His hand captures my waist, and he squeezes before he moves up beneath the cropped
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