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Her eyes flash as I thrust into her. No gentleness, no kindness. All she wants is the mindless fucking.
I can do that. I can do that well. I can even appreciate it in some way.
I want to scream. Her hips rocking against mine, the keening wail ripping from her throat, the sound of her head thumping against the wall. With each jerky movement all I can think above the sensations is that that *bastard* had done this. That...fuck...ing...bastard...
And it doesn't seem strange that as I come it's his name on my lips and not hers.
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