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"get off me or I'll scream"
"But you have been screaming Ophelia."
hands pinned above my head
I was trapped
"And moaning and begging and whimpering for me to touch you like the whore that you are"
Biting my lip
I attempted to close my legs
but he was between them
between them
His mouth dropped to my ear
and he hissed
"This is what you want isn't it Ophelia. Me inside you, making you moan. I bet my brother never made you buck and cry so much...and I haven't even made you come yet"
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S U I T S (#2)
Short StoryLife consisted of men and lace Then Grayson took Ophelia home Life began to consist of wealth and S U I T S *Sequel to L A C E* ®All Rights Reserved to ARM179 Best Ranking: #152 in Short Story 19/1/16
