Inside You
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"Will it kill you to back the fuck up?" I snapped.
"Yes, princess," he whispered sweetly against my ear, voice full of that sick affection. "It would. I would drop dead right here if I couldn't be next to you."
"My lucky day," I muttered sarcastically.
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