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“She might seem like lollipops and roses, but behind closed doors I'm sure she's latex and whips.”
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One room. As in just a singular room.
With just one bed. And I have to share it with Grey Blackwell.
Fucking hell.
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‘His expression was serious but I liked how it softened slightly when he looked at me. Like the way he looked at me was different from how he looked at everyone else.’
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“I hate you.”
“Me too. But you can't deny that you want me. I was inside you. I tasted you. That is a truth you will never escape sweetheart.”
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Fixing my skirt, I stand straight while he just chuckles. I shake my head, stretching forth my hand while he just stares at it dumbly.
“Give it back.” I say firmly and he chuckles again, the sound sending chills down my spine and going straight down to my core.
“So do you want your underwear back?”
I roll my eyes, looking up at the clock. “We have a conference meeting in five minutes Mr Blackwell.”
He stands up, to his full height, easily towering over me. “Good, I want you to remember how I felt inside you with my cum still sliding down your thighs.”
And he left the room. The bastard left.