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I squeezed my eyes closed, trying to rule my fear. I can do this. I mentality encouraged, myself. Gathering up all of my courage, I raised my hand and beat my knuckles against the door gently. Not long after, a shirtless Dean opens the door.
A large smirk covers his face as his gaze falls on me as he leans against the door frame. I open my lips to speak but before I could say anything, he grabs me by my wrist and pulls me to him, pressing our bodies together.
"I knew you would come but didn't know this earlier. I mean not that I mind," he smugly says as he presses his mouth on my neck, leaving wet kisses on the sensitive skin. An unladylike squawk fell from my mouth.
"Stop". I started struggling against him, trying to get myself free from his hold.
"Shh! Just relax and enjoy yourself. I'll make it pleasurable for you," He purrs as his hand roams all over my body finding each and every curve. I'm still trying to push h
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