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"You're mine," he growled into my ear. "Not Niall's, not Zayn's, not Louis', and especially not Harry's. You're mine, and I will do what it takes to make you mine."

"Are you sure you're not out of time?" I looked at him over the rim of my glass filled with beer. 

"I might be out of time, but I can fuck you better than any of them."

"Alright," I placed my glass down. "Then prove it."

*All rights go to Morgan Rory. Author. This story was originally posted on Movellas, and was added to this reading website for viewing pleasure. Please do not steal or change any names found in this text without permission from the author. Thank you*

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