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Chance woke to something caressing his face. At first he moaned and mumbled, then swat at what it was. He opened his eyes to see Kristoff smiling face. There was shock, hatred, and annoyance flashing across his face all at once.

"You sick fuck." Chance gritted out, punching Kristoff in the chest so hard that he almost fell off the bed.

Kristoff made a huff sound, rubbing at the spot. "Well, good morning to you too, sweetheart. By the way, what were you dreaming about? Who died?" 

A horrified look flashed across Chance's face, which quickly turned to anger.

"Never call me that! And mind your own damn business!" Another punch landed in Kristoff's face, drawing blood.

Chance climbed on top of Kristoff, wrapping his hand around his neck, squeezing with all his might. But that seem to only turn Kristoff on as he was grinning up at him, with a glint in his eyes.

"Ready for round two, I see." Kristoff rocked his hips, grinding his already stif

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