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Now I couldn’t even be disgusted by her touch. . . because there was nothing wrong with her touch. . . it was me who I was disgusted with.
“Just remember how willing you were to have my mouth on you.”
“Tell me again,” she ordered,
She was teasing me and I fucking loved it.
“I am going to kill him,” she growled. The sound of the chair’s fabric ripping filled the air. “Slowly, painfully, and I’ll make him beg for your forgiveness just before I take his life.”
“Do you want me, Little Hunter?”