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Remember: everything Miguel O'hara says is made up.
Here you were, planted firmly between a mirror and the leader of Spider Society. You knew how it happened. Your smart ass mouth got you put right where you belonged.
Miguel's form loomed over you, that animalistic look in his eyes was enough to send a shiver down your spine. You could feel the rise and fall of each breath, his chest pressed firmly up against your back, ensuring there was no room for escape. It wasn't like you would try to, though. You both loved this – it was thrilling. With one hand hooked around your face, his other worked between your legs. Touching, no – teasing , ensuring each dip and drag was feather light, not giving you what you wanted. Not yet.
"Look at me," Miguel growled when you's gaze lingered, his taloned fingers digging almost painfully into your cheeks. He kept a firm grip on your face, ensuring you watched his every move. "Don't even think about looking away, tú entiendes? I'll make sure you won't walk for fucking weeks if you disobey me."
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