A Volunteer For The Alpha Beast
"Please, at least before Darius comes."
"I can't," I finally freed my hands from his grip.
But just then, he turned me toward the bed, our lips colliding.
It was my turn to be afraid now, as George pinned my hands to the bed.
"You are drunk, George, please let me go?" I pleaded.
"I'm not," he said, as he placed kisses down my body. "Your lips, I have never seen any like them."
"George," I screamed again.
"Please," he stopped in his tracks, one of his hands above my lips. "Free me from the pain I feel," he added, his eyes lingering on mine.
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