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Chapter 17 Painting

I grabbed at his wrist. Too slow.

He pressed me back against the wardrobe. The handle jabbed my spine. His mouth crashed onto mine.

I twisted my neck to the side. ‘Oi—fuck off! What is wrong with you—get off! I just got dressed!’

He ignored me completely. His mouth dragged down my jaw, along my thro...