It’s a little after midnight when my doorknob turns and Jace enters my room in a pair of light gray sweat pants and no shirt. What is it with guys in gray sweat pants that get women so excited? I’m seriously asking because if anything, him being shirtless is doing more to me then…my train of thought gets cut off when I see the outline of his steroid infused penis. It swings back and forth as he moves, indicating that he’s gone commando. “Liking what you see?” he muses, causing me to look away from his crotch area, “You can look all you want, Ella. All of it belongs to you, anyway.” My head jerks his way again, only this time I’m looking up, not down, “No it doesn’t. Please stop saying that.” He moves fast, and next thing I know he’s kneeling over me on the bed, with his face close to mine, “When are you going to get it through your pretty little head, that you belong to me? If you belong to me, then that means I belong to you,” he sits back on his haunches and grabs my hand, slidin
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