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There was always something hidden. Lying in wait to spring up and ruin everything.

I'd known this was coming-the unraveling of circumstances too good to be true. Contentment and happiness didn't exist in my life for more than few moments at a time, and they were really only illusionary.

My head thrashed and I moaned shamlessly, loving the feel of him, the decadent sensation of being possessed and ruthlessly pleasured.

You're right. He's an arrogant douche. Let him lust after you until he has blue balls. Serves him right.

Think of the rudeness. I'm offended by how he just threw it out there. I hate feeling like a vigina with legs.