MirelleRafe's grip on my wrist was firm as he pulled me toward the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. The room spun slightly from the aftershocks of my orgasm, my body still humming with unwanted pleasure. I should have fought harder, screamed for help, but the way he looked at me, like I was the only thing in his world worth possessing, rooted me in place. My dress hung loose around my waist, breasts exposed and sensitive from his mouth, nipples still tingling. Wetness slicked my thighs, a humiliating reminder of how easily he had unraveled me."Sit," he ordered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my core. I obeyed, perching on the edge of the massive bed, the silk sheets cool against my heated skin. He stood before me, unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate slowness, revealing inch after inch of tanned, muscled chest. Broad shoulders tapered to defined abs, a faint trail of dark hair leading down to the waistband of his pants. He was built like a fighter, every line har
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