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"We shouldn't be doing this." I croaked, torn between my inner voice of reason, and the irresistible desire that had been building up within. In denial, I felt his devilish lips as he grazed them across my neck, my head tilting further - granting him access to more ... More. God, I didn't realize how much more I truly needed. Uncontrollably, a foreign sound escaped me. His hands were now like shackles around my wrist, as he pinned them above my head. His knee now pressed between my thighs.. pressed against my most intimate part. "Well," He tilted his head, his calculating gaze now watching my lips. "It's a good thing that I don't follow the rules then, now is it?" He whispered huskily, his breath fanning across my parted lips. I was going to burn in hell. Then again... maybe I am already there... and if this is what it feels like to be punished-then I would gladly call myself a masochist. Or, maybe I am just in denial. "But," I gasped-my throat now raw from earlier. "what about her?" "Fuck her." He muttered hoarsely. "She is my best friend though..." "And you are my mate," He snarled. At that moment, I swore my skin was made of gasoline, and his touch must be the flame because everything lit up into a wildfire that I didn't want to be tamed.
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