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Drew
Shaun bit and scratched me like a goddamn coon cat, but she didn’t fight to escape. The second I palmed her a*s, she hopped up, wrapping those goddamn legs around me, her p***y leaving a wet streak down my lower abs as she slid to settle low on my waist.
The need to put my scent on her, my mark, covering what those three fuckers had done to her, swelled inside me like a goddamn nor’easter, and I pressed her tight against the wall, grinding my d**k against her pelvis.
They hadn’t stolen anything from her as far as I’d been able to tell—but I still felt the need to take back. “Any of those bastards f**k you?”
“No.”
“Take out my d**k, sweetheart,” I said, nipping her lower lip.
She panted, all minty-fresh breath against my mouth, shoving her hand between us. “Hate you,” she whi
