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"Not without my permission?" Ciara repeated. It sounded too good to be true. His boss did rape her and he seemed like he would too when he took the knife from her and viciously stated his intentions to her face.
She had expected the worst from him last night. Till this moment, she still couldn't believe that he didn't touch her.
"Yeah." Ghost nodded. His lips stretched into an almost smile. "Sounds unbelievable, right?"
"Yeah. You said you were gonna make me your plaything. You made that clear —"
"Yeah, I did. But I need your consent for that." He said.
Ciara arched her brow. He chuckled briskly, brushing his fingers over her neck. She sucked in a harsh breath at his touch.
"Let me rephrase that…you need to beg me to f**k you, for me to do it."
"What?" It was funny and ridicul
