Taken
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Taken. He beats me ,rapes me what else can I say I was taken.
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His fingers trailed up her arm, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. "You look even more beautiful when you're afraid," he murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to her collarbone. Nastya gasped, the sensation both terrifying and electrifying. Nikolai's lips moved lower, brushing against the sensitive skin of her chest, just above her aching nipples. She could feel his breath hot against her skin, each inhalation sending a shiver down her spine. "Tell me," he whispered, his mouth inches from her breast, "do you want me to stop?"
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