Too Late For Her Affection

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whispered, my voice

id, his eyes glinting. "Unless.

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atching you squirm is half the fun, Ethan. Yo

a shame. It looks irreplaceable." He tightened his g

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head against the doorframe.

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he hissed. "After everyt

ask for my side.

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ming along to its tun

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