True, I’ve thought of very little else in the weeks since he tore through my virginity, but still. Given the absolute chaos of the last twenty-four hours, the complete upheaval of life as I once knew it, sex should be the last thing I’m worried about. I should be glad he doesn’t want that from me. It should make me feel strong, like he’s letting me keep the only bargaining chip I’ve ever had. Yet as I glance at him from my end of the black sedan we were ushered into after disembarking from the jet, that familiar ache spreads from my pussy outward, flowing through my veins like it belongs
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