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You were dancing on stage with such sensuality that only a true naughty whore could exude, showing off your bare ass through that erotic costume. you, the darling of Las Vegas, was the dream of anyone who stepped foot in that brothel, and none of these disgusting men had enough money to pay the absurd amount chosen by Connor himself for anyone who wanted to have a fuck with you.
Connor was staring at you from afar like crazy, but his gaze was redirected to the person next to him when she referred to you as a bad little bitch, and that Connor was lucky to have someone like that, making his blood boil with possessiveness.
"you is fire wherever go, it's a fucking Maserati and you couldn't pay even if you sold your fucking house." He finishes saying, taking one last sip of his whiskey and whistling for you to come to him, and when you came, Connor guided you to sit on the lap of the man next to him who had made the cheeky comment.
"From now on, you, are my gift, to this brave knight!" Connor says with a tone dripping with danger, staring into the man's eyes like he's about to kill him if he so much as touches you, even though that's exactly what he expects.
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