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undred-dollar bills from my wallet
the motion, wanting it to b
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aw clench, a storm gather
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o leave. I didn't want to see
take the money, or
efore a hand clamped dow
to face his
t his grip was like a bra
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lost my balance,
r. I landed in a soli
s chair, pulling me with hi
p erupted in a chorus
deep, mortifying shade of red.
it was so unbel
like a landed fish. "Le
und my waist like a band of
the back of my head, f
feel his warm breath, smell that colo
ngerous, gravelly murmur right next to
"I think I need to make you
o silence. My body went rigi
my lips, his eyes tu
pounding like a drum. What.
ad. The distance between
the heat fr
my eyes shu
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centimeter from mine. Our hot breaths
ration of his power,
of shame, fear, and rage, trapp
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