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Ares stepped forward, eyes glittering with dark amusement. "Get on your knees for us, Little one."
I open my mouth to say something, to push back, to fight like I always do. But nothing comes out. My pride coils in my throat, and then I shock the hell out of myself and drop. Right there in front of them, knees hitting the floor with a sharp thud that echoes in the charged silence.
Carter moves first, his voice is a sinful murmur, thick with that dangerous French lilt. "Bonne fille. Now spread your legs for me. Wide, baby. Let daddy see just how much you want him."
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