Tasting Nora-Pleasing Her Stepbrother Mates

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“Hmm! I knew that facade of being a timid little girl wasn’t going 22.27% III 16:10 29 Am **y And Know It MF to last longer,” he shocked me when he smirked after getting a response from me. I gulped and sat back, my arms folded over my chest and having no idea how to recover from this now. I had created this image where I was scared and meek. I wanted to fit in here, and more specifically, in the house of the alpha king. They could protect me if they wanted. Thankfully, Nash was done with his subjects and started walking our way. I noticed how badly he was bleeding from his nose, mouth with several bruises from the punches. “You got me in trouble today,” Nash hissed, throwing his gloves in my lap and catching me off guard. “Deal with her. I don’t think she understands how important these fights are for our pack,” Mr. Ford patted Nash’s chest before walking away. I found Daphne staring at them for a minute before she sped to catch up with her stepfather. “What was that?” Nash leaned over, making me lean back and try to avoid the harsh eye contact he was trying to make with me. “I got scared,” I repeated myself. “You weren’t even in the ring. Why would you be scared?” he didn’t even blink and kept clenching his jaw. I didn’t want to admit it, but I hated when men acted like this with me. “I was just scared of the loud noises,” I answered honestly and lowered my head. It was so bizarre that I had to constantly 48.67% 111 16:10

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