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33. Dorian, please stop. I can't...

April's POV

I whimpered, and his hands went to my chest, and in a flash, he tore my shirt off me and my breasts, in my lacey bra, were exposed.

I was speechless, and as I tried to get words into my mouth, his hands went to my jeans, and he ripped them off of me like they were nothing like he was ripping an old, dry cloth.

"Tell me how he touched you, princess?"

His hands slipped into my bra, and he massaged my nipples lightly. I bit down on my tongue to suppress the moans, but he went even harder.

"I'm waiting, April. Tell me exactly how he touched you. Did he touch your nipples like this? Did it feel this good?”

"Dorian, stop! Please!"

He didn't stop and continued to tease my body.

"Did you beg him like this, April? You asked him for more, didn't you? You little slut."

His fingers went lower, and I felt him just inches away from my pussy. I hated him, yet I was soaking wet as he touched me.

No, no, no. I couldn't let him use me like this.

"Let go of me, Dorian. Right now!"

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