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He caught my hand, squeezing it tight around his c**k and closed his eyes, shuddering. Then he pulled my hand away with visible pain and twisted it behind my back, jerking my body forward into his, transforming me from lover to prisoner so casually it terrified me. “There’s no lie here,” Boris said, voice grating. His face flushed dark red and his chest heaved, eyes burning. Every part of him was rock hard, from his chest crushing my breasts to the n***d c**k pressed into my belly. “No manipulation between us. It is what it is. But I’ll give you the ride of your life, Soph. That I guarantee.” “The ride of my life?” I asked, the words hitting me like cold water, breaking through my fog of stupidity. Holy hell. What was I doing? I’d lost my f*cking mind. Boris might be a great uncle,
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