THE ASSASSIN IN HIS BED
It had taken every ounce of my famous control not to turn the car right the fuck around, storm back into my penthouse and bury myself in that tight, perfect cunt all over again.
My body still remembered her with a clarity that pissed me off. How she’d felt. That initial, breathtaking resistance.The way she’d clenched around me like her body was at war with itself, trying to take me in and shove me out all at once.
And she’d been a fucking virgin.
A virgin.
Not the first one I’d taken, no, but I sure as hell hadn’t expected her to be telling the truth. A stripper who hadn’t been touched? The odds were laughable.
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