Another crack and groan go hand in hand, seconds before something loud bursts somewhere overhead. I jolt when a chunk of the wall slams into the side of the bed, but before I can scramble away, a firm, strong hand grabs my hip. I’m roughly yanked against him seconds before we’re spinning. The roomful of mirrors look like a blur of motion as my world is turned around and tossed in a different direction. He comes down on me hard, his hips almost painfully forcing my legs wider apart, as he continues to kiss me stupid, filling my mind with more and more images of us, his eyes wide open as he
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