“Jeremy.” My name is a growl, and it makes my skin break out in goosebumps. With a knowing smile on my face, I look up at him. “I can’t tell if you hate me because you want to fuck me or because you can’t?” Faster than I can blink, his hand is around my throat, pressing me into the door. My dick is at attention and throbbing. “If I wanted you, I would have you.” Preston snarls his words against my lips before taking my mouth in a brutal, harsh kiss. He holds my jaw still with a few fingers while still pushing against my throat. My body sags against him, wanting him to take whatever the hell he
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