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I don’t know why I allow him to do this to me, to treat me this way like it’s his God-given right, but somewhere deep inside me, I think I always longed for the moment Kyle would take from me as savagely as his real self is. Because the actual person behind the smiles and swift kills? That person isn’t visible to anyone but me, and right now all I want to do is dig my fingernails into that version, provoke it, and let it out in all its full glory. Reina always told me I’m drawn to danger, and maybe she’s right because I’m salivating for the danger that is Kyle Hunter, despite how much I hate him. He runs the crown of his cock against my folds, causing friction so deep my legs shake. He stops at my entrance and I tense. “You don’t have a condom.” “And that’s a problem because…?” He nibbles on my earlobe. “Because you’ve been dipping in God knows where and I’m not ready to catch an STD.” “That mouth of yours was more compliant when you were drunk.” He continues his up and down motion, tu