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Chapter 8 Unwanted Desire

Dorian looked up at me, that crooked smile twitching at one corner of his mouth. ‘Throw my rose away again and I’ll be licking more than just your hand.’

‘You’re fucking sick.’

He stood, turned, and walked into the bathroom.

I heard the cabinet open, the soft scrape of plastic.

He came back with gau...