FABIOLA. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear as he groaned. “Oh Fabiola, I don’t do sex.”“Why?” I wanted to see his eyes, but he made it impossible. There was silence before he spoke again. “You can’t handle my needs, Fabiola.”I bit my lips so hard that they almost bled. Stupid me. “I bet Rose can.”“Oh, not again.” He stepped back to look me in the eye. “I would place you on that bed and fuck you so hard that your tiny body will give up.”“It won’t.”“I. Will. Not.” It was more like he was saying that to himself than to me. I felt rejected, unwanted. Why on earth would he even want to have sex with me? “You can place five guards on me; ten would be okay.”He read my feelings through my eyes and muttered my name. “Fabiola.” He could really see through me. I made my way out of the room and he didn’t try to stop me. Stepping into my room, I slammed the door shut and had a quick shower to calm my nerves. I slipped into bed and grabbed a book, trying not to think about
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