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THIRTY ONE | AN IDEA
Ian pulled me back into a comforting embrace. I wiped my tears against his shoulder and realized that he was still dressed. He told me once he didn't like sleeping with his shirt on. Not wanting him to leave me, I started unbuttoning his shirt.
He caught my wrists and cupped my face. Was he laughing at me?
"What are you doing, Nadia? Who undresses someone while crying like that?"
My stupid tears won't stop even when he was mocking me. I rubbed my face against his neck, not able to bear the distance between us.
"I want you to sleep here, please. Take your shirt off!"
He pulled my face away from his neck and kissed me until I was out of breath. Sudden arousal rippled through my body, bringing back memories of our last time together.
"I also want to sleep here. But you have to behave," He said, squeezing my nose between his fingertips.
Behave? Why would I want to behave now of all the times?
"Why?"
"You still
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- The Prince and His Sex Slave FIFTY FIVE | THE BABY
- The Prince and His Sex Slave FIFTY FOUR | KREMSBURG
- The Prince and His Sex Slave FIFTY THREE | SOMEWHERE FAR
- The Prince and His Sex Slave FIFTY TWO | SO CLOSE
- The Prince and His Sex Slave FIFTY ONE | THE BALL
- The Prince and His Sex Slave FIFTY | THE FAIR
- The Prince and His Sex Slave FORTY NINE | THE CHARMER
- The Prince and His Sex Slave FORTY EIGHT | THE PRINCE AND I
