wanted him more than ever

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ISADORA POV I woke up to pain. Every inch of my body ached. My throat was raw, my jaw sore, my ass on fire, and my pussy... God, my p***y was throbbing with a desperate need that made me want to scream. I was still wearing my dress from last night. The fabric twisted and wrinkled around my body. When I shifted, I felt the dried stickiness between my thighs. Richard's c*m. The memory of last night crashed over me, and I felt a surge of fury that took my breath away. "Bastard," I muttered, sitting up slowly. "f*****g bastard." That asshole had edged me seven times. Seven f*****g times. He had brought me right to the brink and pulled back, over and over, until I was sobbing and begging. Then he'd f****d me…used me…and still denied me release. And then he'd just... left me like th

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