“Sohrab,” she whispered again, “it’s not safe—someone could—”
He cut her off with a firm press of his fingers to her lips. “Then keep. Quiet,” he growled, his voice all gravel and dominance. “You don’t get to complain when you started this… parading around in this tiny thing like you’re not begging to be fucked.”
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