I saw her. I wanted her. I bought her.
She was just supposed to be a plaything for a week. But I can’t keep my hands off of her, can’t stop thinking of all the things that I want to do to her.
She tries not to want it. I’m not sure why. But it doesn’t matter. She can try and resist me. She won’t prevail.
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This book reads like a 15yr old wrote it. At least I didn’t pay for it, and I definitely wouldn’t bother reading the rest of the series.