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FEISTY LITTLE GIRL!

LOGAN'S POV:

"No," Stephanie choked out under the pressure of my grip on her neck, trying to grasp my wrist to stop me from gripping her shirt.

“Feisty, I see,” I said sternly, reaching down with my free hand to the top of her dress. With ease, I ripped it open, revealing her upper body, which was clad in a small bikini bra, while the rest of her dress draped around her waist.

Stephanie gasped in shock as I tore her dress in half. “No, please, no!” she pleaded, shrieking as I abruptly stripped her clothes. “Damn you, Logan, leave me alone!” she yelled, gasping in disbelief as I pulled on the last piece of fabric around her hips, tearing it from her waist and pulling the dress the rest of the way down before tossing it across the room, leaving her in just her panties and her small bikini bra.

I kept my gaze fixed on her eyes the entire time, my hand on her throat, pinning her against the wall. She put up a feeble fight to stop me, but despite her attempts, I grasped the tiny strap of h
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