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At St. Martin's School for Boys [Aember and Mrow]

Adrian should have known that he was playing with dangerous elements in going into Dustin's room and proceeding him to touch him in such a manner. Even if Adrian didn't want Dustin to touch him much, or fuck him, there was a high chance that Dustin would take what he wanted from Adrian anyway, no matter what the boy wanted for himself. When Adrian leaned into his touches with need, Dustin smirked and let his hand run down Adrian's back, to his hips, and then further, so that he could grab Adrian's ass gently.

"Is that so?" Dustin said, and used his grip on Adrian's ass to pull the boy closer to him. He smiled, a slightly vicious sort of smile that showed teeth as he pressed his body up against Adrian's hotly. It was a precarious position, seeing as there was just a bit of cloth beween their bodies. "And what do you expect me to do about it?" His free hand raised to trail his fingers over Adrian's lips, his thumb pawing at the bottom lip slightly.
 
He'd thought about that. Well, not really. But he'd made himself think that he thought about it. Honestly he hadn't even thought of what bad things could happen. Dustin was far stronger than him, and Adrian probably wouldn't be able to leave without at least a little humiliation and having had Dustin touch him at least a little. This would be such a horrible position to be caught in. Nathan and he... They were boyfriends now. Perhaps that hadn't kicked in. He couldn't go around seducing people like this.

The boy let out a slightly bothered breath when Dustin grabbed his ass. That was real. He didn't have to fake that. But it could easily be taken that he wanted it from that noise. "Yes... I need more than that. I like you... You're do... Creative things. I mean Nathan's so boring." Shit. Shit shit shit. Adrian was hardly thinking before he spewed these words out. If he wasn't careful he'd end up slipping and make it obvious. "I... I think you know what that is," he smirked as the other's fingers ran over his lips. "Mm..." He ground his hips forward, glancing up to Dustin with 'adoration.' "What kind of deal did he make to keep you away from me, anyway?"
 
Obviously Adrian hadn't thought about it too much. Dustin was not a nice guy-- granted, he wasn't as crazy as Lawrence, but he was by no means "nice." In the club, Dustin sought to humiliate, hurt, and even break Adrian, and now that the boy was out of the club, nothing had changed. Dustin still felt twinges of anger towards Adrian, and he possibly wanted to hurt the underclassman even more now that he was out of the club. So when Adrian made that sound, Dustin gripped his asscheek tighter, then smiled viciously.

Suddenly, Dustin moved his hand as he drove Adrian back against a wall, pressing their bodies together tightly. His hips ground against Adrian's, and his fingers moved off of the other's lips to grip his jaw and keep his head from turning. "Oh, it doesn't matter what sort of deal he made anymore, does it?" Dustin's eyes narrowed, and his knee forced its way between Adrian's legs, pressing against his groin. "After all, you just came crawling back to me like the little slut you are," he continued. A gruff laugh left Dustin's lips.

"I guess your boyfriend doesn't know where you are, does he?" Dustin looked down at Adrian with intense eyes that were still narrowed. "Good. Then I have all the time that I want to play with you. . .Hell, you should enjoy it. After all, what am I? Creative?" He mocked, then leaned his head down to roughly, bruisingly, kiss Adrian's lips.
 
It was an impulse that drove Adrian to go to Dustin's dorm. It was also that same impulse that forced Adrian to try and seduce Dustin. But the other really didn't need much seducing, it seemed, because he picked up on Adrian right away. The boy swallowed as his asscheek was handled in a rougher way, and his insides curled up at that sudden vicious smile that had curled up onto Dustin's lips.

Adrian gasped out for breath when Dustin moved him against the wall, the air a little knocked out of him. But that was nothing like when his knee pressed up to Adrian's crotch, and he was forced to face Dustin. For a second he thought he would crack. Maybe push and shove and scream, and demand that Dustin tell him what sort of deal Nathan had made. Any deal with Dustin was not a deal at all. It was bound to be a death sentence. He swallowed again, then shook his head. "I was curious..." He replied, his eyes fluttering a little.

"I-Mmmnn...." He purred into the kiss, his eyes shutting momentarily. When the other finally pulled away, he gasped out for breath, panting. "I just wanted to know what kind of deal he could make... That would keep you off of me. Must have been a pretty good one, hmm?" He smirked, running a spare hand down the other's chest once more.
 
"A pretty good one?" Dustin laughed, rolling his eyes. His hand took Adrian's jaw and pressed his cheeks together, and he glared down into the boy's eyes. "Don't give yoursef so much fucking credit. It's Lawrence who had the sick obsession with your ass, not me," he replied, and all of a sudden his face darkened exponentially, and he grinned his vicous, teeth-bearing grin. "Heard you spent some good afternoons with him. Did he brand you like he said he would? Are you actually his bitch?" He laughed, then wrapped his arm around Adrian's waist and drug him toward the bed.

Once there he pushed Adrian back onto the bed forcefully. He was soon upon Adrian once more, crawling over top of him and pinning him in place. "But it's amusing that you'd come to me. Show me just how much you want me. Strip," he ordered, then backed off a bit to let Adrian do as he said. Though, he still looked as thoughh was a second away from pouncing again if Adrian did't follow his orders.
 
Adrian was a little surprised at that. His eyes widened and when he saw that grin he knew that whatever Dustin said next would not be very nice at all. But nothing in the world could have prepared him for what Dustin asked him next. Lawrence had told Dustin that he'd do it? That he'd mar up Adrian's legs, so he had scars!? It took all of the effort in his body not to straight out punch Dustin right then and there. How could that be said so calmly and nonchalantly? This was his body, and Lawrence hadn't had much care for it when he did that. Dustin thought it was funny, didn't he? A low growl left his throat, and he nodded his head slowly.

He couldn't back out of this now. The boy stayed silent as Dustin drew him over to the bed, and looked up at the other with slightly blank eyes. Fucking bastard... He'd almost forgotten about that, and Lawrence... But Dustin had to bring it up again, and so casually. Adrian did as he was told, sensually pulling off his clothing for Dustin. What the hell was he going to do now?! He thought maybe he could get off with a blow job. But of course Dustin had to be in control. The boy had taken off the bandages, and there were no longer scabs on his thighs. Instead sensitive looking pink letters.
 
Dustin heard that growl, and it was almost guarenteed that he wouldn't tell Adrian now what his deal with Nathan was. Hell, Dustin didn't want to ruin the fun for himself by telling Adrian what he wanted to know. His eyes scoured Adrian's body, looking at it with a mixture of disgust and lust. "Slut," he spat, and shook his head at the way that Adrian could so simply pull off his clothing, even though he had Nathan. Nathan, who was probably waiting for Adrian somewhere, like a housewife. Waiting for his fucking husband to come back home.

"Heh, he did them prettily, didn't he?" Dustin goaded, turning his eyes down to the pink letters. He grinned, and reached out, tracing his fingers along the LC, and then moved them up to cup Adrian's balls and dick. He massaged it gently, then pulled his hand away all together. He reached up to Adrian's head and pulled him by the hair into a seated position. His free hand loosened his towel so it dropped to the floor. Dustin was semi-hard. "Get me hard, bitch. You know how to suck it, don't you?"
 
Adrian was working for it. He thought that it was still in his reach. But knowing Dustin, the other would make him work it off, only to give him a slight clue, or nothing at all. The boy glanced down at himself, and felt extremely disgusted. He belonged to Nathan. Yet he had another's initials and a horrible label on his legs, and he was stipping for some other boy male. He glanced up and smirked at Dustin. Oh... If only the other knew what he was in for. When Adrian had more time, and thought this all out... Dustin would be dead.

"Yes.." Adrian murmured and shivered when Dustin ran his fingers over the letters. They were still very sensitive. He glanced away, until Dustin cupped his balls and dick. A little moan left his lips, but he didn't even look halfway hard. His green eyes moved over to Dustin, and he nodded his head, grabbing the other's cock. He stroked it a few times, then sucked harshly on the tip. He continued applying pleasurable sensations to Dustin, making sure he kept concentrated on the task at hand, even though his mind was running wild.
 
It was fine that Adrian didn't get even partially hard from Dustin's grab at his balls and dick. Really, Dustin didn't care if Adrian got hard, or even got off. He never really did. He wasn't like Nathan. Not at all.

The hand in Adrian's hair tightened as the boy sucked harshly on his head. Dustin groaned and let himself grow fully hard in Adrian's mouth. "You've had lots of practice with Nathan?" Dustin goaded, and twitched his hips forward, pressing more of his now-hard cock into Adrian's mouth. His hand pushed the other's head forward as well, making sure his dick pressed into the mouth instead of Adrian pulling back away from it. "Nnnn, you have become a talented little whore. . ."

With that, Dustin pulled out of Adrian's mouth. Saliva coated his dick. Perfect. Dustin grinned and then ordered, "Get on your kees, slut. C'mon, you should know the position well." Dustin leered.
 
Adrian knew that. He knew that Dustin could have cared less about whether or not he got off or not. But perhaps had the other thought about it more, that would have been a clue. Did he really think Adrian that much of a slut that he'd want to get fucked, even if he didn't get up, or off?

"Nnhh..." He groaned around the other's cock as he felt the fingers tighten in his hair. Adrian really couldn't answer that, seeing as Dustin found it at his liberty to shove his cock into Adrian's mouth. His eyes fluttered, and he looked up at the older boy. He waited for Dustin to allow him to pull away, and when he finally could he sat back panting on the bed. Green eyes wandered up and down Dustin's body, and he wasn't exactly sure if he should do this. Hell, he didn't even know if he -could- do it. Nathan would tell him in time, right? But Dustin might tell him now... If he went along with this.

That last comment had been it. He'd taken a lot just then. He'd been told what a slut he was, how he'd been marked, and now how he was 'used' to something he didn't even want to be used to! The boy made a slow move to bend over and get on his knees, but in one quick fluid movement he moved up and threw a surprisingly hard punch at Dustin's face.
 
A cocky smirk appeared on Dustin's face as he saw Adrian turning to get on his knees like an obedient little puppy-- but that smirk was whiped right off his face when the fist connected with it. Dustin grunted in pain, and he reached up to cradle his lip. His fingers came back with blood on them. Split lip. Well, the little bitch was going to pay. Dustin glared and quickly reached out for Adrian, grabbing his hair and wretching his head back. All the while his other hand fisted as if he was going to punch Adrian back. But he didn't. He held himself back.

"You little cunt," Dustin growled out. He used Adrian's hair to press his face down, into the sheets, and his other hand unfisted to grab his hip and pull his butt up. Dustin ground Adrian's face into the bed as he pressed his cock up against his now-exposed entrance. "You're a little worthless piece of shit. I don't know what Nathan sees in you," he teased, and then pressed a finger into Adrian's hole, followed by a second, which slowly stretched him out. "He'll be guessing, too, when he finds out about your lover-on-the-side. . ." Dustin grinned, and added a third finger once Adrian was ready.

When Adrian was prepared, Dustin pulled out his fingers and then slowly pressed his cock head in, followed by his shaft. He was surprisingly gentle and once he was all the way in he pulled Adrian's head up off the sheets. Harshly he growled, "How does it feel, bitch?"
 
It was one of the nicest feelings in the world to see that smirk punched off of Dustin's face. That little bit of blood was nothing compared to what he had spilt, but it was definitely a start. Only then did he realize what he'd done, and before he knew it Dustin had grabbed at his hair. "Ahhh." He groaned, ready for a possible punch that Dustin would have applied to his face. But it never came. He really didn't know why.

"Mmpphnn!" He growled as the other pushed his head into the sheets, and he put his hands out to try and draw it away from them. That didn't work much. He was hardly as strong as Dustin was. The boy thrashed about, and didn't seemed at all phased by the feeling of the cock head pressed up against his entrance. There were those words again. The same words that Lawrence had thrown at him. Those same words that had made him so self concious. Hearing them again was definitely not any solace to the gears turning in his brain.

The boy stayed quite quiet after that, but growled after Dustin pulled his head off the sheets. "Get the FUCK off me!" He hissed. "You think this is anything?! I've been through fucking worse, and you know it. I don't know what more you fucking want from me. You're the piece of shit. One that has fucking control problems. When it comes down to it, you're more fucking pathetic than I am. You can't fucking degrade me anymore. Even this. It doesn't mean -shit.-" He laughed almost crazily at that last part.
 
Dustin waited for Adrian's outburst to subside like a patient lover. Finally, once the boy had finished, Dustin leaned over his body and lightly kissed at his shoulder, making a 'shh' sound light in his throat, almost trying to sooth Adrian. "What are you talking about, love?" Dustin smirked slightly, and kissed Adrian's shoulder again. His voice was sweet and his arms wrapped around Adrian's chest, softly stroking and pinching his nipples into peaks that he could massage and play with. "Shh," he cooed again, and kissed and sucked at Adrian's neck, sucking so hard and so long that when he pulled away there was a smarting red hicky.

One of Dustin's hands traveled down to softly grope and manipulate Adrian's cock. His hips angled upward and he thrust softly, making his tip grind against Adrian's prostate. A soft moan passed his lips. Dustin pulled out a bit further and thrust in at the same angle. It seemed his way of going about things had changed, after all, Adrian was right. What more could Dustin do to humiliate him, short of making him cum and loose control at the hands of someone other than his lover? And Dustin was sure that Nathan would love to see the love-bites that he would leave all over Adrian's body. . .
 
Adrian was not calm after his outburst. He was panting and growling and all so angry. Dustin's attempts at calming him down only made him even more angry. "I'm not your love..." He growled, his eyes widening as the other pinched his nipples. "I-Ahh..." He groaned, his eyes fluttering. He felt the other suck on his neck, and began squirming in the angriest way. Nonono. He wasn't going to let this happen! Nathan would... Be so angry. And he'd know. If only Dustin had just fucked him.... Things might have worked out then. Nathan wouldn't have known. But now he'd have to keep his clothes on for a good few days so Nathan wouldn't be able to see.

The boy lay there under Dustin, whimpering and groaning. His cock had become semi-hard from all the repetitive touchings that Dustin gave him. "Don't fucking call me that!" It was much angrier now, but it was obvious that his body was reacting to the things that were applied to it. "Stop!" Adrian growled loudly, it was almost a snarl. "I don't-Ahh..." A groan left his lips as he felt his prostate brushed against.
 
"That's it, babe," Dustin cooed in his sweet voice. "Just relax, this feels good. Doesn't it?" He smirked and moved his lips to the other side of Adrian's neck, placing a smarting hicky there, too. It was further up on Adrian's neck, too-- the sort of place where it would be hard to hide with clothing, unless Adrian wore a scarf. And it was decent weather out, sort of odd. His hips gave a hard, though not brutal, thrust forward, aiming for Adrian's prostate again, still trying to warm the boy up to having sex with him.

"C'mon. You're the one who came to me for this, didn't you? Ahhhnn," Dustin moaned into Adrian's ear, then reached down to begin playing with Adrian's cock again to get him up fully. "Enjoy it, love. Relax. Let me be your boyfriend for the moment," the upperclassman teased. His hips began to speed up a bit, and the pumps of his hand on Adrian's cock sped up as well. "That's what Nathan will think, too. Pretend, sweetie."
 
Adrian didn't want this. He hadn't come here for this. Sure he'd come here in attempts to find out things, and he knew that it might entail this, but he hadn't come here just for this. And especially hadn't been expecting the pleasure. That was bad... It wasn't fair! The pain he could deal with, but having this thrown at him was so... confusing. Was he a slut? He was about to make a smart comment, but quickly moaned when he felt that sudden hard thrust to his prostate. "Ahhn..."

After only a few more thrusts and strokes of his cock, Adrian was completely hard. He was ashamed. "I-I'm not your love!" He groaned, but his ass pressed back on the other's cock in a hardly noticeable way. "You're not... My boyfriend." But his eyes widened a little at that comment, and he turned his head to try and look at Dustin out of the corner of his eye. "Wh-What will Nathan think? What? What are you talking about?" He was reduced to a moaning mess once again, green eyes struggling to stay open.
 
Dustin chuckled at Adrian's confusion and gripped Adrian's cock a bit harder. "He'll see those marks," he started, and stilled his hips for a moment so he could whisper into Adrian's ear, "And he'll think you have a lover. And you could tell him. . .What was it? That he wasn't enough for you, and that i'm so much more. . .creative. . ." Dustin grinned and nipped at Adrian's ear, suckling lightly on the lobe. "Just don't tell him who, love. I don't want to be in the middle of a lover's quarrel," he finished.

Once he was done talking, Dustin moved back slightly to pull his cock out slightly and thrust in again. He returned to his former pace-- maybe a bit faster, and his hand continued to stroke Adrian's now-hard cock. "Just relax and enjoy. You can't stop it, and you're hard. Don't you want to cum?" The blonde grinned and licked up Adrian's neck, nipping below his ear. His head then tilted to rest lightly against the back of Adrian's head. "Unnng, baby, you're so tight, so good. . ." He closed his eyes and indulged himself in his own fantasy, and his hips sped up, along with his hand. He was lost in his imagination, and enjoying this immensely.
 
"Nnhhh. No... He-" Adrian couldn't speak. He swallowed harshly and listened to the words that were spoken into his ear, closing his eyes tightly as if he could will them away. Dustin was not his lover. And he had to keep that idea in mind. Because too much of this, and he might just start believing it. His mind had been very impressionable lately, and he couldn't really help what he became paranoid about and what he didn't. Just like Lawrence's words about being a whore, he might really ponder them. These were things he didn't want to ponder.

He felt so used. Dustin was doing this to him, and not because he wanted to pleasure him. But because he wanted to corrupt Adrian. He wanted to break him and hurt him. And what better way to do that than to screw around with his head. The boy bucked his hips into the other's hand, biting back another moan. Shit... He was close. Even after just a few touches like that, and those words. And Nathan was going to be able to smell Dustin on him, as well as see the marks. "I-I won't be back here... You're not any fucking love of-Ahhh. . . . Of mine. Don't think you can-Nnh- make me confused..."
 
Dustin didn't seem to care anymore. He was gone, and as his hips sped up, hammering into Adrian's ass as his hand jerked the other off, one could tell that he was close. The blonde panted and moaned, twitching his hips up to hit Adrian's prostate. Once he was about to cum, he murmured in Adrian's ear, "Cum for me, baby." A low groan was followed, and he waited for that tightness to envelop him. He knew the boy underneath him was close, he could feel it-- only a few more touches. . .His hand tightened around Adrian's arousal and his thumb ran over the tip. "Cum," he groaned again.

After that, Dustin sped up his hips, incredibly close himself. He moaned and grunted, but didn't speak or open his eyes any more, and when he came he came with a low grunt and a moan, spilling his seed inside of Adrian deeply. His hips jerked as he rode out his orgasm and once he was finished he nuzzled at Adrian's neck and lapped at his shoulder. "Mmm, Nathan," he moaned, softly, just under his breath. Dustin then pulled out and got off of Adrian, turning to whipe himself down with his towel and get some clothes on.
 
The treatment was better than the abusive stuff he usually got, but mentally it was wearing. All of these words, all of these mentions of things. He might not believe everything at the moment, but the words would be stored up in his brain, and he'd be left to think of them later. Physically he was being worn down. He'd fucked Nathan earlier and he was tired from that. All of this. His muscles tightened around Dustin instinctively, and he groaned, speed spilling out into Dustin's hands and onto the sheets. He let his body go slack after that and he was panting up a storm.

The boy's eyes widened a little at the statement. Nathan? Oh no... No no no. The boy didn't bother getting up himself, instead he laid back on the bed only for a second. When he got the chance he reached out for his clothes, pulling on his boxers swiftly. Adrian needed Nathan then. He needed him badly. "What... what did Nathan agree to?"
 
By the time Adrian asked him the question, Dustin had already pulled on his boxers and pants. He was about to pull on his shirt when he paused momentarily and then pulled it over his head. He smoothed out his shirt and then thrust his hands into his pockets, turning back around to look at Adrian with a glare in his eyes. "He agreed to give up leadership of the club to me in exchange for you getting out of the club. He knew I've always wanted to be in charge," Dustin replied, then scowled, like he didn't know what the big deal was, and why Adrian wanted to know so badly.

"He also agreed to teach me the ropes. How to. . .take care. . .of the freshman," he ended and shrugged his shoulders. "Now get out of my room," Dustin ordered. He mosied into his bathroom and shut the door, wanting to be alone so badly that it was almost unbearable.

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Many minutes had past since Nathan first woke up to find himself completely alone. His eyebrows furrowed and almost at once he was angry. Why had Adrian left him? What was so damn important that he had to be left alone, naked? Nathan tried to push himself up, but the soreness in his ass took him by surprise he crouched back down with a wince. After some moments he could bear standing up, at which point he slowly put on his clothing and limped back to his dorm.

Since then, Nathan had been waiting for Adrian to come back. He was becomming increasingly angry. Really, he couldn't fathom Adrian's absence.
 
Adrian was slowly pulling on his clothing as well, and was almost finished by the time that Dustin was finished explaining. The boy wanted to know because he didn't want to be caught by surprise if it was something horrible. And thank god that it wasn't. He nodded his head, then scampered out of the room, closing the door behind him. He hoped that Nathan was still at the clearing. But when he ran there and realized that he wasn't, the boy let out a slight growl. Shit. He'd been a while, hadn't he?

The boy then quickly ran off towards his Nathan's dorm room. When he got there he wasn't sure what to do, especially about the hickies on his neck. How could he hide them? Hopefully for now just putting up his collar and tilting his head to the side would work. But he'd have to tell Nathan the truth. The real truth about why he'd gone. He didn't bother knocking, but instead stepped inside quietly, glancing around to see where Nathan was. He spotted him on the bed and swallowed, closing the door behind him. "Nathan... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to leave you."
 
When he heard the door open, Nathan looked over and saw Adrian, and then looked away. He was stretched out on his bed, and as he burried his face in the pillows he had to remind himself not to act like a girl and become all bitchy over something like this. But he just couldn't help but feel slightly betrayed by Adrian. "So what did you mean to do? Come back before I woke up? Were you sleep-walking?" Nathan bit out, then sighed bitterly. So much for acting like a girl and being bitchy. With a wice he rolled over onto his back.

"Where were you, anyway?" He raised an eyebrow and pushed himself to his feet. Adrian looked damn-right silly with his collar up like that. "I didn't know you were into that style," Nathan remarked, then limped slightly over to Adrian, his hands reaching out to tuck the collar back down. That was when Nathan saw the marks along Adrian's neck, and his hands froze, then lowered slowly. Well, he knew he didn't give Adrian those. Taking a deep breath, he looked up at the other, his eyes accusing. "So," he breathed, almost wordlessly. "Where were you, again?"
 
Adrian knew the second that Nathan looked away from him that he wasn't going to get away with this. It wasn't that bad. It wasn't like Adrian had done it willingly. Sure... He'd gone there, but he'd never intended that Dustin would leave those marks on his neck, or even fuck him. The boy stepped inside and closed the door behind himself, glancing around the room almost cautiously. "Nathan..." This was going to be hard to explain. Nathan would think him a fool for even going to Dustin anyway.

"I was-" But everything seemed to go so damn fast, and within seconds of hearing Nathan speak, Adrian was forced to answer. "Nathan..." His hand darted up to grab Nathan's and he held onto it with something akin to fear. He was afraid that Nathan would push him away. "I-I went to see Dustin. But it's not the way it seems! I needed to know that... That you were safe. That you weren't making any deals that could hurt you." And honestly he didn't even know if Dustin had told him the truth. "But..." A frown crossed the boy's lips, and he leaned forward to press a soft kiss to the corner of Nathan's lips.
 
Nathan didn't just think that Adrian was a fool, he thought that he was a liar. "You went to Dustin's. . .And he left those marks?" Nathan asked, pulling back before Adrian could press the kiss to his lips. He pulled his hands back as well, retreating back to his bed to sit down with a slight wince. He was angry-- it could be told by how tense his face was, and how he clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles turned white. He probably wouldn't have reacted so angrily, if only Adrian had been at his side when he woke up, but the two scenarios added together made him second-guess Adrian.

"Since when," Nathan finally spoke, his voice tense, but measured, as if he pondered every word very carefully, "Does Dustin EVER leave marks?" And hell, Nathan had known Dustin for quite a long time. Never once-- never!-- had Nathan ever seen Dustin leave a mark on someone in the club. And hell, the man wasn't even gay! If he did fuck Adrian out of spite, out of his want for control, then things would be normal, wouldn't they? Adrian would have no marks. The logic made sense, to Nathan. His head leaned over, his thumb and pointer finger rubbing the bridge of his nose.

No, he didn't feel very inclined to believe Adrian at all, thinking that he knew Dustin's mannerisms long enough to see that marks on Adrian's neck, caused by the blonde, would be highly improbable. And he had no expierence with Adrian-- only the past few months. . ."Get out," he growled. He felt so betrayed. Livid.
 
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