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Chapter Twenty One - Phone Call
Duke awoke with a startled jerk. He was slick with sweat, and his c**k was hard as a rock in his briefs. Another f*****g dream, another glimpse at some alternative reality where he had possession of Daniella. Oh yeah, she wasn't just his girlfriend. She was weak and willing and obedient. She didn't even resist when he'd bent her over the counter, hiked up her prim and proper skirt, and rough-f****d her right in the kitchen... a kitchen in a house he swore he'd never seen before, but was somehow familiar at the same time. He knew which drawer to open to find the silverware, and which cupboard held the extra lightbulbs. He held his head, which was throbbing viciously with every beat of his heart. He needed to see a doctor for these headaches, which were only coming more and more freq
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