“I have this wicked little fantasy in which I stole an important item from the Homestead, and Connor is hunting me down in the woods – when he finally tracks me down, he shoves me aggressively against the tree, the steel of his tomahawk against my throat, growling at me in that threatening, low tone. When I refuse to give him the object, he angrily searches me himself, and we have rough, dominant hate sex while he curses in Mohawk and grinds me against the bark.”

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My goodness, what did you steal, mi bella? Note to self: steal something from Connor to get good lovin’ tonight. 😉

+Fiora Cavazza