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TRIGGER WARNING
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Dane
He was at serious risk of vomiting all over this woman's chest.
Violet obviously considered this an opportunity to audition for adult films. To her credit, she'd tried to make it good for Dane. But this writhing and panting was just making him ill.
"Stop," he whispered as she dipped her head to suck noisily on his neck, then flicked her hair back over her shoulders, grinding into his lap. But she either didn't hear him, or thought it was part of their role play, because her cries only seemed to get louder. "Stop," he graveled. When she didn't, he swore and grabbed for her wrists. "Violet. Please. Stop. Just for a minute."
She stopped so quickly, her face so immediately irritated rather than ecstatic, under different circumstances it would have been comical.
Dane held her gaze as his father swore from a couple feet behind and beside them.
"Dane, what the fuck are you—"
