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Me tied up, the rough scratch of ropes abrading my skin while a faceless stranger had his way with me. Hands collaring my throat, bites on my skin, and a hard, relentless rhythm that wrenched inhibited screams from my throat. Dark fantasies I only indulged in beneath the cover of night.
Twisted Lies (Twisted, #4)
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