His hand went to my chest, stroking my breasts gently through my thin shirt.
If not for Brendan Rage, I would be dead right now. Dead in some barn, never to be seen again.
But Brendan found me. He saved me. And then when I needed to take my mind off the horror of it all, he f*cked me. He gave me the sweet release I so desperately needed.
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