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He half expected her to cry or to make a run for her life if the amount of fear in her eyes was considered. She did none of them. The little kitten that now flaunts her claws at him any chance she got glared at him.

Pretty little challenge.

He was a bit surprised when her hand shot up and she pulled over her shirt forcing him to move back enough to give her space.

His jaw ticked but he showed no further emotion, instead, he locked them in and regarded her with a blank gaze. His eyes fixed on her face as she didn't back down from the intense eye lock.

She hooked her fingers on the waistband of her trousers and let them pool around her feet, stepping out of them she jutted her chin out in defiance. The fiery fight in her completely overcame the fear and he f*cking hated how his c*ck twitched in his pants.

"Open your hair," He must've lost his f*cking mind to demand such things from her.

She was just in her black cotton undies that looked ethereal on her creamy unblemished skin whi
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