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Ivy
He was naked, stalking me, and he said no?
“Now, female, I lick that p***y until you scream.”
Oh. I retreated, leaned back against the door once again. With that one step, triumph flared in his eyes. He’d declared the dominance here. But when he dropped to his knees and pushed my legs wide with his hands on the insides of my thighs, I didn’t care.
“You are scarred,” he commented as his palms felt the blemished flesh. His gaze raked over the pink and white tracks, remnants of my personal nightmares.
“So?” I asked defensively. Good thing he hadn’t seen my back. If he didn’t like what he saw, then he could just f**k himself.
“So where I come from, they are a sign of bravery. Of life experienced. Of honor.”
He looked up at me from his position on his knees.
I had no idea what to
