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... lips parted in that defiant way he had, like he was daring me to push him further. I could see the pulse jumping in his throat, the way his hands curled into fists on his thighs. He hated this. Hated me. But he was kneeling anyway, and that was the part that mattered.
"Open your mouth."
He did. Slowly. Those green eyes staring up at me like he wanted to burn holes through my skull. I could have taken him right then, could have shoved past those pretty lips and watched him choke ...
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