Sabra Brown

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“I want you. I want you to bond me and knot me. To breed me. I want you to fill me up with—” My hand went around her throat, cutting off her words. Her eyes widened, her breath catching.  “You want to be my little slut?” I growled mercilessly.  “Ye—yes,” she choked out. 
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