Haley

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The door is so close I can almost taste it, but a hand buries into my hair, yanking me backward. “No, no, no!” I scream as my nails dig into the carpet, like that will be my saving grace. His arm wraps beneath my battered torso, forcing me onto my knees before I feel the head of his tiny cock line up against me. His other hand is still in my hair before moving to my neck, forcing my face into the ground as he pushes his knees onto the back of my legs, effectively pinning me in place. “Hold that cunt still,” he grits through clenched teeth. Another tear rolls down my face, this one solidifying ...more
Demise (Gallows Hill, #3)
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