"You are mine," he said harshly. He licked me again more firmly but even slower. "Say it."
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"Mine," he said quietly.
I stared into his eyes. "Yours," I whispered.
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.