“Don’t wiggle like that; you’ll give me a hard-on,” he drawls, like his words are no big deal. Me, I gape and I wonder if I’ve just lived a sheltered life, or if these guys are just hedonistic as fuck. “Seriously? I thought I was just a useless charity case?” Creed shrugs and leans in close, putting his lips near that sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder. His breath is warm, but I shiver when it feathers across my skin. “Even whores have their purpose.” I raise my hand to slap him, but he grabs my wrist, squeezing just hard enough to make me cry out. As soon as he releases me, I finish
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