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"Exactly my thoughts," I said, angling my waist so that I could see my ass in the mirror.
The red marks all over it made me feel like cursing Ares to oblivion, but I found myself admiring the imprint because it felt like he had marked me in some way.
God! I need to really stay off those smutty books. They are messing with my head.
"Instead of a good old-fashioned meeting with the in-laws, it’s gonna happen at a ball?"
"Come on, I never onc ...
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