Julia Gerrior⚓️

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‘Please.’ The word was a sob, the despair in my voice nothing short of pathetic. I bucked against the cage of his fingers, to no avail – he didn’t yield the slightest fraction of an inch. ‘Unbearable, isn’t it?’ he whispered, kissing my temple as I fought. ‘Feeling useless?’
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