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His fingers tightened, digging into the soft flesh of my thighs.

“Fuck Myra.” He cursed after leaning his head back away from me. At an impressive speed he planted his palm on my back for support and flipped us, so I was now in the chair while he hovered over me.

I dug my nails into his neck. To leave a mark on him like he did in my life. Then my mood turned even more sour when I realized people would think it was Tami.

Maybe she left marks of her own too. Did he control their own lovemaking like he did ours? Or was she given more liberty with him.

Mr Pierce Blackwood who made sure to leave the apartment as pristine as he came in.

I grabbed both sides of his shirt and yanked it apart. The sound of ripping seams filled the air.

“For fucks sake,” he snapped and pushed himself off me as buttons scattered on the floor.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it? and I love the necklace and the flowers and everything you’ve ever gotten me. In fact, I want more. I’m working towards building a col