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47. I'm still thirsty
Erica “You will regret those words, little devil. I will make you take them back.” With those cold words, he swiped his hand on the table and pushed everything within the range on the floor. The big dining hall echoed with the dishes clattering on the floor and wine glasses shattering into thousands pieces. And then a moment later my back was slammed into the table and he loomed over me like a big grizzly bear with his golden eyes flickering at me, ready to tear into me. I gasped. “What the f**k are you doing?” He grabbed a handful of my breást and gave it a rough squeeze. “A-Antonio...” “Oh, you know who I am. The man who's going to take every hole in this body that now belongs to me.” He circled his fingers around my throat and squeezed it in warning. “I will ruin you for anyone that'
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