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GLYNDON I never knew life could be this hectic, absolutely foreign, and downright…surreal. It’s been a week since Killian fucked me against the bathroom counter—or more like punished me. He’s been punishing me ever since. Yes, he lets me come, even goes as far as making me beg for an orgasm, and while he takes pleasure in satisfying me, he also likes proving his domination and the fact that he holds all the cards. He picks me up and throws me down, with his fingers on my throat and his cock wreaking havoc inside me. He bites and slaps and leaves all sorts of hickeys and bruises, especially where everyone can see. He makes it his mission to be touching me somehow in public, whether with his arm around my waist or shoulder, or my hand tucked in his. Anything that will let the world knows that I belong to him. That no one dares to ‘look at what’s his,’ as he so eloquently told me. Unlike what I predicted, however, he hasn’t tried to force my friends to accept him. Instead, he’s used a man