"Damn Kitten... You got me acting like a teenage boy. Is that how it's going to be for the rest of our lives?" Xander moaned out
"Bold of you to assume I am spending the rest of my life with you" I giggled into his ear. A threatening growl escaped h...
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Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Seriously Xander. A fucking deal. What were you even thinking? You were thinking from your dick, a voice inside of me spoke. He was pissed with the whole thing. As much as he likes this whole deal of making Thea his little bitch, he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't hurt the detective.
After putting Thea to one of the extra rooms and putting two guards outside, Xander headed for the basement. As soon as he entered the basement, he was overpowered with the smell of blood. It's been eight years and yet the smell of blood still disgusts him.
I think you don't sleep at all
Thea's voice echoed in his mind and Xander punched the wall next in front of him. The woman was playing with his mind, and Xander was hating every moment of it. Walking into the room where the detective was kept, he opened the door and found the detective strapped to the chair and a rag stuffed into her mouth.
"Пришлось связать ее. Она не совсем сотрудничала" (Had to tie her up. She wasn't exactly cooperating" Damien spoke "Суке нужно выучить урок" (Bitch needs to learn a lesson)
"Удалите тряпку" (remove the rag) Xander ordered. Damien moved closer to the detective and removed the cloth from her mouth.
