“Don’t be embarrassed about your body. These marks don’t shame you. They shame him. Your piece of shit husband.” She flinches at the word husband, and my eyes narrow. “Goddamn it, rabbit! Stop fucking caring about him. He doesn’t care about you.” “But—” “But nothing.” I turn her around and pull her closer. I run a rough hand down the big bruise on her left thigh, and she jolts. “This isn’t from a man who cares.” She scoffs. “Abducting a woman at gunpoint is A-okay to you, though? What do you call that?” I bite the sensitive skin of her shoulder. My cock hardens against her ass. “Desperation?
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