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Vincent My lips are turned up as I watch her with amusement. She fidgets in my present like she normally does. She fiddles with her finger on top of the table mindlessly. She normally does this when she is nervous. It’s only a matter of seconds before she bites her bottom. Ah, there it is, and like always, it sends powerful shocks to the monster in my pants that wants to take her again. I wish I left a hickey on her neck; she would have squirmed more in that chair if I asked why here she agreed to date me when she had another man’s mark on her neck, fully knowing that I was the one who left it. I fold my arms over my chest and lean back into the chair. With a leg over my thigh, I simply smile as I watch them get more nervous in front of me. “Are you sure about that princess?” I a
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