Accidentally Yours (on hold)

Accidentally Yours (on hold)

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"You have no rights to tell me what I can or can't do!" I shouted at him. He turned me around and pushed me down on the table, placing himself behind me. "Baby, the moment I put my dick inside of you, you became mine, and I'll be damned if I let anyone else touch you. Better accept it, because I'm not going anywhere" he said into my ear and pushed against me harder, letting me feel every inch of his bulge. -------------------------------------------------------------- Getting drunk in the bar was something Charlie wasn't used to anymore. So, imagine her surprise when she wakes up the next morning in a bed with a stranger completely naked. She sneaked out before the guy woke up and thought that that was the last time she'd see him. But man, was she wrong...
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She belongs to him-and he makes sure she never forgets. He's dominant, possessive, and absolutely obsessed. When he wants her, he takes her. Hard. Rough. No questions asked. And she gives in to the heat, the punishment, the addiction of being owned by a man who doesn't share. But power is a dangerous drug-and she wants her own fix. In the aftermath of one night where he ruins her body, she takes control the next morning. Teasing. Taming. Turning the tables. Because if he thinks he owns her completely... She's ready to show him that two can play dirty. Their love isn't soft-it's savage. It's hands against walls, lips that bruise, and moans that never sound like mercy. It's sex laced with war, obsession dripping with need. And neither one of them will surrender.

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