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"Spread your legs for me."
I climbed onto the mattress, heart pounding. I lay back and slowly opened my thighs, shutting my eyes tight because I knew how wet I was. The cool air hit my soaked panties, and I felt even more exposed.
Andrea leaned down, hovering over me. Her lips pressed a small, almost gentle kiss to my neck. Then she whispered against my ear, breath warm, "I don't know what the fuck came over you tonight, Lalia, but don't ever do it again. Because there are repercussions, sweetheart."
Her hands ran slowly down my thighs, fingertips tracing the sensitive skin.
"These pretty thighs," she murmured.
"Open your eyes, baby," she whispered.
I opened my eyes, breathing hard.
"Look at them. Look at what's between them. Look at your whole body. Do you see it?"
I nodded.
"They're mine," she said, voice low and possessive.
"Every single limb. Every nerve. Every inch of your body is mine, Lalia. I don't want you to ever think they are not."
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Lalia Bishop is tired of the pills, the white walls, and the careful way people talk to her like she's glass about to break. Diagnosed with borderline personality disorder after a suicide attempt, she's been in and out of psychiatric hospitals for years, cycling through therapists who either pity her, fear her, or grow frustrated with her unpredictability. None of them lasted until Dr. Andrea Cross.
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