Sevastyan can be such an a**, "let me make this simple for you," he interrupted. "I'm walkig out of this house in five minutes. You can either walk out with me, packed and dressed, or leave in that little robe" - his piercing eyes swept over me, over my nipple pressing against the silk - "thrown over my shoulder. Your choice." I mean a real a**, "when a woman singles me out" - he leaned down to murmur at my ear - "it's because she wants to get effed. she looks at the scars and tattoos and knows she'll get effed hard." He can be cruel in a sexual way that is so hot, "you left me hard and aching, then planned a effing assignation with Filip in front of me" When my a** met a linen shelf, he clamped a hand on either side of my hips to cage me in, filling my head with his seductive scent. "Are we so interchangeable? Filip and I?"
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