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The b***h didn't know it but her ass glared at me. Even with all the baggy clothes she wore, the fleshy, spank-worthy bum was visible. The fucker.
I tried not to show my amusement. It was funny indeed, how she desperately wanted to get me turned off.
I looked on as she cleaned my reading table. The funny thing had gone all the way to triple her clothing size, not knowing that every f*****g movement she made brought attention to her behind. All the while, she refused to look at me. I could feel her fear: the steady thumping in her chest and the sweat popping out from her pores. I could feel the fluttering lashes and the whizz of breath from her nostrils.
I knew all this, not just because I'd got a strong wolf but because she was my…
Because she was Rina. A lowlife I'd taken
