“Do you understand why I’m angry?” “No,” I reply. His hands draw deep lines down my sides, over my hips, digging under my panties. And I know what’s coming before he does it. With a quick jerk, he tears apart my thong, ripping it easily in two. I’m lying naked, bound to the bed, and being punished. It’s hot and terrifying, and I sort of don’t want it to end. When his fingers touch me between my legs, I cry out. I’m so turned on already that one touch has me feeling ready to explode. “Because you are mine, Charlotte. And I don’t appreciate when anyone talks badly about something that is mine.
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