“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, going out tonight dressed like that? Over my dead fucking body—” The relief that was quick to flood me is short-lived. “It’s a freaking playsuit, and I’m not going to be told what I can and can’t wear by a bunch of men—” His body hits mine like a freight train. One second, he’s across the hallway and then the next, he’s pressing me back into the door, his hands clutching at my bare thighs like he’s still not sure he’s actually seeing the real thing. “You think you’re the only one fighting your bond? This is all mine. Know that before you walk out of
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