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"Bed," he said, narrowing his eyes, "NOW." "Or what?" I challenged. "What are you gonna do?" He smiled. "How do you feel about being tied down?" I drew back then. "Okay, valid point." I then stepped over to the bed. He just shoved me down, making me yelp when I collapsed down. He dropped to his knees, caught the back of my calves, and pulled me forward, spreading me open for him. "Whoa!" I said then, struggling as his breath heated me. "Mouth does NOT go there. You can't do that." He just smiled, lowering himself. "Or what?" ***** I never thought that I would fall for someone like him. I never thought I'd live like this with him. I'd never have fallen with a crime boss like he was. On my knees, below him, submitting to him... it felt like something I'd never do. And he... he kidnapped me, he took me and wouldn't let me leave, and when he said I could go... I stayed. Something was wrong with me; something was wrong with the fact that I loved what he did to me. Games, games, games. I loved the games. I loved the pain. I loved the feeling of his skin on mine. I'd truly fallen for a criminal.
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