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ong withstill burns al I have not to shrink back in the face of it “I think you’re asking the wrong person that question, angel”

“Oh, really? I’m not the one who just beat the shit out of a perfectly innocentalley!”

His expression darkens, the blue and brown of his eyes churning “He’s not innocent He tried to take what isn’t his”

The conviction in his voice wraps around s Compresses my heart

I shaketo you”

Marcus’s expression shifts The hard lines of his features soften a little, and he lifts one hand froertips down ht erupt through , I have to fight down the instinctual, bone-deep urge to lean in to his touch

There’s a tiny cut just above his cheekbone, and the beginning of a bruise froot his lucky shot in The sht as he shakes his head

“That’s where you’re wrong, angel I’ve been inside you You’ve takenmine”

My nipples harden at his words, as another wave of h irth of his cock as it split me open

Godda true?

But they can’t be

I can’t let them be true

My ill-fated plan to show Marcus and myself that I’m not his possession ainst the ether To at least put up some resistance to my slide into oblivion

So I do