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"Do you want me to show you how loud I want you to be , Skye ?" He mutters out, his voice full of Sin and chaos. Teasing and taunting . My chest caves in with heaviness, not understanding why tingles are spreading all over me — I’m supposed to feel pure hate toward him . With raw , innocent eyes, I stare up at him, wanting to give in, wanting to fall into him. Wanting , needing , yearning. Not understanding why. But wanting that feeling of his hands on me again . His hand trails down my body , stopping at the hem of my shorts , right above my hip and I'm struggling to breathe , struggling to force thin breaths into my lungs. "You want that ?" He t
