HE DIDN’T STOP.
EVEN WHEN I WHIMPERED, EVEN WHEN MY BODY TENSED UNDER HIS TOUCH—HE KEPT GOING.
HIS HANDS WERE ROUGH, HIS GRIP TIGHT, LIKE HE COULDN’T CONTROL HIMSELF.
LIKE MY PAIN ONLY MADE HIM WANT ME MORE.
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