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Guilt is a Beautiful Thing!

Natasha’s POV

He whispered, “Mine” to me. What mine? I wondered if he was talking about wine glass, chair, table, fucking hall or haunted mansion? As I was sure he didn’t mean me, what the hell would he do with me? Fuck me? Hell no.

But he was too close to me for comfort. I couldn’t help but not...

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