Page 88 - Anonymous
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“Cohen.” I hiss. His name falls
from my lips like a curse.
He feels it too, yet he drives into me
one more time, anger and disappointment
in his fiery gaze, and then he empties
himself inside me. “You are mine, Sin.
You will always be mine.” He hisses the
words in my ear.
I loathe the way my mind betrays
me yet again.
