God, I want more than anything to march back upstairs, flip her over on the mattress, tie her to the bedposts, and reenact our time together at Christmas. This time, I’d stay. When she awoke in the morning, bloody and raw from my cock and fingers and knife, I’d work her over until she was pleading for another ride. Begging for me to cause her pain all over again. And then I fucking would. “Blimey,” Jonas says, rounding the desk with two dark pink drinks, strategically keeping his eyes trained above my head. “If you need a moment alone with her, just say the word and I’ll take my information
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