In The Hands Of My Alpha
the one in the white shirt said.
“Yes, very easy. She didn’t give me any problems and was unsuspecting,” he replied, bringing out a cigar. He lit it and started smoking.
“She’s sexy,” the other one said, lying on the bed and touching all over my face. His hand went down my chest, touching the middle of my breast.
“W-what…?” I slurred, trying to look at him, and they chuckled.
“She is fucking drunk,” he said, laughing above me.
“Yes, she took a lot of drink, and I spiked it, so she must be horny,” he said. So that’s what the drug is for. To make me horny, I don’t even feel horny. They should do better with the drugs.
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