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Nightmare ...

"Does my touch not please you, Princess? Are my hands too calloused for your liking? I apologize. I'm not of noble blood. I'm just a poor potato farmers son. We couldn't all be born Royal now could we."

Her silence infuriated him.

He slapped her hard and then slammed his mouth against hers so hard she felt his teeth sink into her flesh. She started to taste her own blood. She pushed him hard enough to break the kiss and slap him hard across his face. He backhanded her again and she fell hard onto the marble floor. Before she could react, he was on top of her.

"You bitch!"

He grabbed her by the shoulders and began to shake her.

Her head was spinning when he finally stopped his tirade, and once more his hands were roving all ov

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