She doesn’t want to be noticed, and I wish I didn’t. Wish I could go even more than a second without thinking about her. Fucking Trey had to pull her onto his lap. Put his filthy fucking hands all over her. I tried to contain myself, tried to fight against the urge to rip her from their grips, bend her over the table, and fuck her right there in front of them, show them all exactly who she belongs to. He pulled that scrunchy from her hair and kept it. Like a fucking trophy. Once I knew he planned to taste her, I couldn’t hold back anymore. At the circulation desk, she smiles at a student. My
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