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Then he releases my breast, but only so he can reach beneath my shirt, shove the top of my bra down, and pinch my nipple. The leather of the glove is so harsh that I whimper, but he takes that as an invitation and rolls it between his gloved fingers in a disturbing, calm rhythm, then squeezes brutally.
God of Wrath (Legacy of Gods, #3)
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