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    What if Shane went back inside after running away from Ilya?

    Maybe Shane's actions set off a fire in Ilya's dom side

     

    Shane’s cheeks were bright red. Ilya’s rage was stunning, the painful grasp he had on his hair, the heavy pressure of his restraining arm, his hot breath fluttering on his neck, the sharp bite of his too white teeth on his ear. All of those factors were turning him on but none could compare to the devilish glint in his eyes or how his accent was so thick he could hardly understand him.
    Shane whimpered as the fingers in his hair tugged roughly and he arched his back, eyelashes fluttering as he tried to press himself against the taller man. “Ily… Ilya, I, I.. I’m sor-

    He was cut off abruptly by a chilling laugh and a muscular thigh shoving between his legs and pinning his lower half to the wall. “Oh so you call me Ilya now?” He shook his head, golden curls bouncing, “Mm no. No I do not think you will call me that.” Ilya raised his knee up, applying pressure to Shanes stiff cock. “Oh poor Shane Hollander, so hard for me with just a little manhandling.” He brought his knee back down and gazed piercingly into Shanes eyes. “I know what you need. What only I can give you.”

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