“So.” Bridget tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her hand trembling. “Now that we’re here, what do you have planned, Mr. Larsen?” I smiled, slow and wicked, and a small, visible shiver rippled through her body. “I have lots of plans for you, princess, and every single one ends with my fingers, tongue, or cock inside your sweet little cunt.” I didn’t waste time beating around the bush. This had been two years in the making, ever since I stepped onto her driveway and saw her staring back at me with those big, blue eyes. Bridget von Ascheberg was mine and mine alone. It didn’t matter that
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