Five rules to follow and obey

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SERAPHINA “Open,” Dante commanded again I lifted my gaze slowly, not meeting his eyes, but faltered when I saw his hand. There was no fork this time. Instead, he held a piece of steak between his thumb and forefinger, his hand extended toward me. I hesitated. Everything in me screamed to shake my head, go starve or just take the plate and dump it all on his head. But hunger clawed at my insides and something else… something like fear of him retaliating if I didn’t obey him again. So I opened my mouth. And he fed me. His fingers slid between my lips, pressing the bite of food to my tongue. I tasted garlic, rosemary… and him as my lips closed around his fingers and he didn’t show any rush to take it out of my mouth. Skin and salt and heat, all became a part of me. My breath caught

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