Misty Stone POV
With infinite care and patience, he drew the wickedly sharp edge of the blade down her body, drawing a fine line of fire over the globe of her breast, across the nipple and down her ribs into the taut flesh of her belly. Say it.” She squeezed harder, her thumb and black fingers touching between my holes. Now.” “I wonder who will be pov the woman I will serve,” Chloé asked, opening the ebony door of the car.
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