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... ry of a man who had suffered too much to tolerate that sentence.
"Don’t you think," he demanded, "that the past twenty-four hours gave me the right to be?"
Arion said nothing.
Dean sat up a little more on the pillows, coffee abandoned somewhere near his thigh, and spread one hand in offended emphasis. "I still have a bite mark on my butthole, Arion."
Silence.
Complete, immaculate silence.
Arion blinked once.
Then, with the composure of a ma ...
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