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Chapter Six-2
But what had been fired in him seemed to suddenly slip from view. She quaked even more, as much from fright as anger. She’d never seen him this astoundingly taut—as a bowstring ready to snap. Her thighs quaked, panic setting in. “Come with me,” he ordered, holding out his palm. She could hardly move. “Now, Miss Henry,” he said without raising his voice. She tremblingly obeyed, finding that his grasp was not as cold as his eyes, or the expression on his handsome lips. It electrified her insides; and she could swear that her p***y was anxiously expectant of some s****l result. He pulled her with him into the private study he used only rarely. She’d peeked inside just once, and noticed only now that it had been fitted with two devices made strictly for the punishment of a misbehaving w
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