"Are you from, Spain?"He raised an eyebrow and nodded. "My mom."I looked at him amused. "Wow... you're half British."He sighed deeply and placed his lips on mine, then sucked on my lower lip. I tried to push him away again, but he hissed and grabbed my waist. Before I knew it, I was on his bed, with him on top of me. I stared at him in disbelief; his speed was unpredictable."If you keep stopping me..." he leaned close to my ear and bit the tip."Ahh…" I planned to complain about the pain, but I ended up moaning instead. I was so embarrassed. His smile deepened."Always ready, huh?""Ahh… no, that… I…" Wait, what about me? I asked myself. I noticed I was getting more and more speechless lately, wondering if that was a good sign.Then he let out a low laugh, turned away from me, and stood up. "There's something I'm curious about, page 46," he said seriously as he headed toward the study.I sat there, annoyed and confused. I didn't know what he was expecting, but it definitely wasn't
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