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Kaden’s eyes blazed with lust, looking at the young demon before him and feeling his excitement rise when he went against it. It was obvious to Kaden that Deiru was acting, thankfully he didn’t have to question that whatsoever.
“No? Are you disobeying your father?” Kaden asked, giving Deiru’s ass a harder slap than before but keeping himself at bay, not doing it enough to leave anything other than a red mark. “When I say turn around, you turn around. Trust me you’ll be moaning like a little whore when I start with you.” Kaden said near Deiru’s ear and grabbed his hip so he could force him to move. “Turn. Now.” Kaden growled.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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