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He had her there.
She hadn’t said “red.” It would have halted him irrevocably, but it hadn’t even occurred to her. Cutter turned her over and tucked a pillow underneath her head. Overheated by his powerful presence, she had a beeline view of his c**k, pressing against his denim. Her belly flip-flopped and her nerves lit up like the Fourth of July night sky. It was maddening not to be able to move around, but one thing was immediately clear. She was seriously, grippingly aroused. Somberly, she pronounced, “I shouldn’t be enjoying this.”
Cutter coiled her hair in a tight twist. Scalp stinging, she screamed, “What the hell?!”
She cringed at Cutter’s furious expression.
“You haven’t done anything wrong. You sure as f**k weren’t ashamed when you bit me. You like getting slapped on your
