Possessive😏😏(Chris brown)

Possessive😏😏(Chris brown)

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"Your mine ,only mine". His lips trail down my neck sending nervous shivers through me everywhere. He's a murderer, He stole me from my life. "You always will be." My whole body trembles, fear engulfing me and swallowing me whole. " I want you, Amber. I want you to be mine forever." His pillow soft lips crash to mine.......
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