“He wants you,” Huck growls, his grip on my neck tightening for a moment, before he loosens it again. “Maybe,” I shrug. “He can’t have you.” “Maybe,” I shrug again, feeling a sense of power fill me. I’m spun in Huck’s arms, caged against a wall before I even have time to process that we’ve moved. His hand forces it’s way between my legs, cupping my pussy and grinding the heel against my clit. “No fucking maybe about it, Peaches. He. Can’t. Fucking. Have. You. And if he tries, I’ll fucking kill him,” he hisses angrily, his jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with barely restrained fury. “This cunt
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