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AIDEN
I called her, and found her distance over the phone, unbearable. We had spent hours together in each other’s arms, n***d, and her tone of voice so formal, I may as well have been a telemarketer calling. So I delivered a low blow, reminding her of our recent encounters. “Don’t fight it, little girl. You know you want me to make you whimper again.”
It pleased me to hear her intake of breath. If I shocked her, she was paying attention. Even though Scarlett stayed married to d**k Nozzle for years, her innocence was intact. Our date would be one step further along the path to claiming her purity as mine.
Clearly, Scarlett needed time and giving her some would help her realize she missed me. I had called her every night to check on her; a good excuse to be in touch and hear her voic
