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CHASE

So many things about Vienna Vega frustrate the hell out of me. The way she rolls her eyes whenever she sees me, like my presence has just ruined her fucking day. That little hair toss she does when she folds her arms across her chest in indignation. Her constant smartass responses to whatever I say, like she’s figured out exactly how to push my buttons. That ever-present flicker of defiance whenever I get close. But the worst, by far, is that despite all of that, I can’t stop thinking about her. It’s beginning to border on obsession.

I keep thinking of those lips, so full and soft, and how perfect they’d look wrapped around my cock. How those big brown eyes would probably swim with flecks of bronze while she looks up at me, eyes glassy as I bump the back of her throat. I could twist that long black hair into a rope, wind it around my hand and pull. And those tits… I haven’t seen them bare yet, but the dress she was wearing Saturday night gave me a damn good mental image of wh