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DON'T HURT ME!
I would’ve most definitely lied if I would’ve said I was prepared to succumb. Even when there seemed no visible escape, I still wanted to escape him. The pain of regret is way sharper than the joy of receiving caresses and comforts. What I had done at my sister’s wedding made it cumbersome to retire in Noah’s arms. “What do you think would happen even if you were to resist me today?” asked Noah, unwilling to recognize that he was in the wrong. “It wouldn’t change the fact that you had s*x with me on the day of your sister’s wedding.” “It would stop me from making the same mistakes again,” I said, adamant about being left alone. “If you don’t leave this bed soon, I will start screaming.” “Do whatever you like,” challenged Noah, displeased with my behavior. “It’s an abandoned town on t
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