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Harlow couldn’t even bring herself to turn over. She just stayed there on her chest, her cheek deep in the mattress. Her heart struggled to find a regular rhythm, but it wasn’t happening. Her pulse was all over the place. Her body ached, and her hips were bruised. Her breasts were throbbing almost as much as the intimate passage inside her that Ryske had just dominated.
“You have the power to make me do anything,” Ryske said.
The depth of his profound statement made her lift her head to turn it and let it fall again. Pushing her hair from her face, she revealed the sight of him standing at the side of the bed, his jeans open, his hands on his hips.
“You’re welcome,” she said and smiled.
Ryske didn’t. He shook his head and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Not the s*x,” he said. “Yo
