d the one person in the world I am supposed to love and cherish--me and my

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idn't ever

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have a

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warmth on my forehead as bloo

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alise I'm in ho

a commotion. What t

ed, only to become overwhelmed with dizzines

warning, throwing up all over t

and footsteps moving towards me,

s get you into bed." It'

p to put me on the bed. Mr Law sighs and lo

wrong?"

tell me you fo

a relationship! What am I going to do Dean? Ooh this is so messed up! I can't be who, whatever his name is, expects of his mate. I'm not the woma

d your mate eventually. I know you never wanted one and liked the single life,

not going to hold you back from y

ords, trying to figu

gure things out. I also have to be honest with myself, thus letting me spend time with Mr Riley or wha

heavily. "I will let you see this out. I still want you. I think I want mo

all that

.. no! He co

what?!" I ga

I've always loved you Lizzie! That's why I pushed you to ex

enough anymore! I want you. I want you as my

believe I have two men

ot men, both wan

e from a woman that

long-term relationship

' has been with my maste

Hard, rough,

k, it wa

your first name? I'm too scared of you punishing me to even look at you

looking into your eyes. Your beauti

at, I raise my head slowly. I look into my maste

here, even if he is not my

ve always

s, his warm breath blowing acros

and say his name. "Dean." I whisper, nerves

nt, but the punishment is always a turn off. His

makes me feel so happy hearing your words. Seeing your eyes staring

chance too?" Dean begs, taking my face in his hands, bringing me nose to nose. "Rip up the contract, be mine! P

my cheeks flushed, my temperatu

per, throwing mys

, holding me to his che

get to k

me. He's neve

nd my fingers into his hair, holding

an's succulent mouth, entwining

xy growl, his sound vib

ek, jaw, neck... Shoulder. "Take control Lizzie

er his tight black t-shirt, running my fingers over hi

rratically as I feel pleasure spike thr

der and up to my lips, before taking

o the bed. "If you want me to take control,

baby!" Dea

the door to the room opens sharply, a gr

ing goe