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Who Do You Belong To?
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2025-07-27 04:30:57RALI
Adrenaline kicked in and I slammed my elbow back at him with every ounce of strength I had left. It connected with something—his jaw, maybe—but all I got in return was a low grunt. He didn't move an inch. Like he was made of steel and fed on madness.
His fingers tangled deeper into my hair, yanking hard until my head snapped back and my cheek hit the cold floor.
Oh, fuck him a million times.
I struggled some more, then he did something that drained the strength out of me. He reached for my injured thigh and pressed into the spot.
My mouth fell open before the cry rang out. I stopped struggling and writhed from the pain that exploded like a siren through my nerves. He stopped almost immediately.
"I told you I was fine with whatever method you choose," he whispered into my ear while I sobbed.
He re
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