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“Come here, Paul,” her tony voice would have deceived anyone into believing she wouldn't hurt a puppy but Paul knew better, he knew all the darkness that hid behind her sweet touches. Sad to say, he grew too familiar with them and feeding his demons the darkness, it only grew. He only wanted more of her, more of her tender-wickedness.
She pulled him close to herself, letting is tiny lips close to hers.
“Go on, tell me you want me,” she kissed his lip just enough to get a reaction from him.
He had played this game thousand times over, even in his head, he has refused to let her win, but she always did. Miss Barton, the beautiful young Mistress of young Paul, but the best caretaker as the world perceived.
Jones shook his head, letting the memories pass. He steadied the car wheel, scanning the road to make for certain he hadn't missed his
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