Trust me, They want you. They want what's mine." He pulls me against him, and I lift my arms to his shoulders, my hands in his hair, regarding him with amusement.

"Mine," he repeats, his eyes glowing possessively.

"Yes, yours." I reassure him, smiling.

Autore: E.L. James

Trust me, They want you. They want what's mine." He pulls me against him, and I lift my arms to his shoulders, my hands in his hair, regarding him with amusement.<br /><br />"Mine," he repeats, his eyes glowing possessively.<br /><br />"Yes, yours." I reassure him, smiling. - E.L. James

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