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"I'm gonna repeat it once, Jovan Roberts. You are mine. Your body is mine. That smile that you wear is mine. Everything in and out of you is mine. Do you understand me?" He whispered, as calmly as if I try to push his limits, he'll snap. And trust me, if he did snapped, I'll be more pitiful than the fucking pity itself. This is a bl story.
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"Beautiful." The man mumbled. And then he was being yanked away from me before I watched my soulmate grab his throat and push him up against the same wall I had been pushed up against. In fact I hadn't even realized my soulmate had moved me off the wall and behind him, not until he was growling out at the man under his hold. "Don't you dare fucking touch my soul mark again." My soulmate seethed. "Your soul mark?!" The other thrashed under the tightening grip of my soulmate. "Look at his wrist. That's mine!"

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