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Right place, right time. Wrong people, wrong life. When a rich, satiated soul meets a poor hungry one, all odds seem to be against them. ________________________________________ "There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable." Mark Twain. ___________________________________ Whenever Mavis thought she was somewhat in charge, she was quickly proven mistaken. One second she was driving him to the brick of insanity with every part of her she could, the next she'd found herself laying on her stomach, back bowed upwards as he fisted her hair in his hand and trailed tender kisses down her spine. What came next was anything but tender. Mavis was left heaving for breathes, eyes rolling back in their sockets as she screamed his name with his every thrust. She buried her face in one of the pillows, hands holding on to the sheets for dear life. Their battle for dominance was over, and Soren had won... ______________________ Tw!!! Eating Disorder!!!
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