Don’t forget, you just offered me the position of fake boyfriend…and the complete access to you that implies.” “I never offered you full access to me — I’d rather die than endure your touch,” she said primly. “Is that right? Should we go test if my belt makes you as wet as my hand did, and examine your little lies, see if they hold up to reality?” I leaned in, resting my forehead against hers. There was nowhere to go. She couldn’t escape me. The thought was a turn-on. A captive woman had never been a turn-on before, not until now. Until Winter. I would take my time humbling the spoiled brat
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