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Peter
I don’t know what I expected, but as I gaze into Sara’s hazel eyes and see the hatred there, I feel my fantasies dissolving, the lies I fed myself evaporating in the harsh light of truth. Her body might respond to me, but I’m still her enemy—and she is mine. Even with her silky p***y clasping my throbbing c**k, the desire thrumming in my blood is tinged with violence, my need for her darker than anything I’ve known.
I don’t just want to f**k her; I want to break her open, to wreak my vengeance on her delicate flesh.
“Sara…” I claw for remnants of my sanity, for something to hold on to as a mindless red tide descends on me, the vicious lash of hunger undermining my control. “You don’t know what you’re—”
“Just f*****g do it,” she whispers again, holding my gaze defiantly, and t
