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FORTY-TWO

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FORTY-TWO

He smiled as he fisted his hand yet again in her hair and yanked her head back. His tongue slid up the side of her face, the stale stench of cigar overtook her nose, and she had to refrain from gagging.

“Now the real fun begins,” she heard him mutter. “I’m going to mark you…to tell everyone that you're mine and mine only. To send a message,” he added.

At this point, she didn't know what it meant but rather than think about what he meant, her senses were more on alert because of the lighter. Domenico kept flashing it on and off before her eyes. It was enough to terrify her, and enough to make her wonder what was next.

“I’m not yours. I've never been and I never will be,” she murmured, but close enough for him to hear clearly.

And after, he raised the lighter towards her legs letting the heat pool towards her skin as he trailed a path for himself. She screamed, tried struggling her way out but he held her still. The flame hadn't even touched her but it still hurt real bad
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