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thebardisabird · 2 years ago

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The gap was finally closed, with the affluent bachelor sealing his lips over yours in a searing kiss. All of your resolve was stunned to stillness, shock and surprise being the only things to occupy your headspace. His tongue slid across your bottom lip, and when you didn’t part your lips fast enough, the fingers locking in your hair did it for you. The kiss snapped you back to reality, but the moan you let out when his slick appendage came to dance around your own had melted you into the beginnings of desire. Karamatsu slid an arm behind your back and suddenly the room was spinning. Within seconds you were splayed out over the lap of the second son, thighs stretched open by his own; enough for your skirt to have ridden up at a wildly immodest height. Embarrassed by your sudden splay of skin, your fingers tried to busy themselves with pulling the garment back down, but the hands that caught yours had stilled your movements. Questions upon questions rattled in your mind and yet you could bring yourself to bring none of them to your lips. Karamatsu smoothed fine leather up the expanse of your exposed thighs, settling finally at your hips. You were hoisted higher up in his lap, allowing him to adjust his angle and release your lips. The sudden movement had you latching your arms around his neck - a reaction that slid a smirk on his face. “Sir please,” came your sheepish whine, “What are we…” you couldn’t even bring yourself to finish the question. Gripping your hips a bit tighter now, Karamatsu rolled you hard over his lap. Sheer, solid, friction slid hot and heavy between the juncture of your thighs - and your fate was coming into clarity a little more now. A blush was evident on your face at this point; your mind screamed at you to say something, but the words were dying in your throat with even the simplest of his touches. He leaned forward as he rolled you toward him once more where his lips were busy, determined to map your neck in kisses. You were heating up fast. Your nails dug into the shoulders of his button down, so desperate to suppress any noise he was intent on pulling from you. The flat of his tongue slid over your collarbone before he bit down on the junction of your neck and shoulder - this rightfully made you yelp. Karamatsu’s breath fanned hotly over the cooling saliva on your skin, and it made you realize he was also succumbing to the same heat you were. Raspy and low, Karamatsu rumbled, “I told you before, didn’t I?” This time he paid your barely clothed sex another stroke of friction, “I’m done playing cat and mouse, mon cher.” Your eyes snapped shut when his lips returned to your neck, paying the tender flesh an exchange of heated kisses and pointed nibbles. In the midst of your slow descent to passion, you failed to feel the nimble fingers at your blouse. A quick tug had buttons and fine linen tearing wide open. You’d have screamed at the suddenness had his mouth not closed over yours to swallow it. Cool air wisped over your warmed flesh in a flash, leaving you shuddering briefly before the man. Thankfully you needn’t worry about that for much longer as his hand snaked behind you to pull your chest closer to his face. “You’ve no idea how long I’ve waited for this, wanted this,” said he, hungry eyes drinking in how deliciously your tits sat in the lace garment, “You’ve eluded me too long, flower.” A kiss pressed to your cheek, “You think you’re invincible.” A kiss pressed to your jaw, “So willing to deny me at every step behind the safety of your work.” A kiss pressed to your collarbone, “But now look at you…” His hands dug just under the wiring on your bra, effectively lifting your supple flesh out of the cups and spilling in full display in front of the man. He licked his lips, a hand cupping your breast and savoring the weight of it in his palm. Chestnut eyes hooked your flushed gaze once more as he purred out, “Heh, I’ll tame you yet, my fiery minx.” With his mouth enclosed around the sensitive bud of your nipple, it was then you could hold your whines no longer. Hands slid over your ass, restarting the ministrations of him grinding his clothed length across your heat. “Mr Maahhh!tsunoo” the need evident in your cry, your fingers now digging into his dark locks. Briefly he lapped at your nipple, tongue lithely circling around the delicate bud and gently taking it between his teeth. The sharp snap of pain went straight to your pussy, and you couldn’t help but tighten the grip of your thighs on him. At the rate he was electrifying your body - you wouldn’t last long. Karamatsu relinquished your chest with a soft pop, running his tongue over his lips once more and grinning like he’d just licked a bowl of ambrosia clean. With some show of strength you were lifted off of his lap and placed carefully on your back. Soft clanking rang in your ears - the sound, you recognized, was him unbuckling his pants. Deciding to reclaim your spine if only for a moment, you slid your thumbs under the waistband of your panties and discarded the fabric without much cognizance. Your thighs welcomed him now, a fire being lit deep in your belly by the man above you. Time was not to be wasted, which is why Karamatsu didn’t bother removing his own vest and button down - all he needed was to free himself enough to give you exactly what you needed. An arm was laid carefully next to your head, allowing the raven debonair to hold himself upright over you. He grasped his cock, groaning at how painfully hard he was in his palm. You drew in a breath, preparing yourself for your final undoing, but he stopped just before you. The heat of his length right up against you made the anticipated shudder in your spine palpable. “I want you to understand two things,” his deep voice cut the heavy air, “One…you will call me Karamatsu from here on. I won’t hear you refer to me as anything else.” You bit your lip at that; the implications that that statement alone held such a heavy weight over your head. Professionalism was crumbling at mach speeds with this encounter, and you leaving this room knowing that you were to refer to who was essentially a man with great authority over you by his first name was the key to completely demolishing your work relationship. Your eyes flitted in the direction of his bar, “But…K…Karamatsu, sir…” One of his hands found their way to your cheek, pulling your attention to the sincere, impassioned countenance he held. He ignored your plea as he continued, “Two: I know what this means, flower - I know it changes everything for you…” you watched his eyes darken with an ardor that seared you inside, “But I will let no one else have you, do you understand me?” The wave of warmth that washed down your entire body pulled any semblance of a response right out of you; the best you could give him was a simple nod. Leather traced the plush of your lips, “...Good.” And that was the last of your warning before he kissed you hard, simultaneously slipping inside you in one thrust. Virginity was a far cry away from you at this time in your life, but the torrid stretch from his cock filling you burned so good. You mewled into his mouth, your hands finding purchase at his back. Muscles stretched and pulled under your fingertips as his hips established a rhythm against your own: Slow. Hard. Deep. It astounded you how quickly bliss was brought to you in the form of being fucked so intensely - Karamatsu tangling the fingers of his left hand carefully in your locks - his right, wrapping behind your back to hold you in place. His powerful grip and the way he fed your body pleasure thrust for thrust told you exactly how he planned to take and take and take - but his words in your ear were far more gentle, “Goddd, you don’t know what you do to me,” he growled, choosing to pant heavily into the crook of your neck, “I’ve wanted you since day one, fuck,” his hold on you tightened, Karamatsu driving into you faster now, “A thing of beauty like yoohhh shitshitshit - I had to have you.” You were dizzy in ecstasy, desire causing your pussy to clamp down on him at his confessions - you were sure you were going to set aflame any moment now. Instinctively your back arched, pushing yourself even that more closer to him, nipples rubbing harshly against the fabrics of his vest. Lips pressed hard into your pulse point, your whimpers and moans dripping in wanton lust as Karamatsu sheathed himself into you with repeated fervor. The coiling in your belly was winding ever tighter, your toes curling, voice teetering into another octave. This had your lover groaning in graveled tones, “That’s it, mon amour, come undone” Karamatsu dragged your body down onto his own, fucking you even deeper, “Give nghh, g-give it all to me.” You would have no time to react, your entire body seizing with an explosion of white hot heat, his name an unwavering mantra of babbled speech flying off your lips. The nails in his back gripped Karamatsu impossibly tight, and he would reward your hold with one more devastating kiss. Your senses were wrapped up in him: the heat of his mouth, the flex of his back under your hands, the smell of him mixed with the scent of sex in the air and the ever still stroking of his cock locked heavy inside you. Wobbling tears brimmed at your lashes, the overstimulation of his persistent thrusts starting to set in. As soon as he parted from your lips you sobbed out in a licentious plea, “Karamatsuuu” That would be enough to send him over the edge. In a loud broken moan, Karamatsu’s hips stilled, with him bottoming out inside you. He spilled hot and fast, a sensation that pulled a shaky moan from you. It would take some time before he untangled himself from you, but that would not leave you without him. Instead Karamatsu pulled you down to lay you on top of him, his arm coming around you to keep you close. The steady beats of his heart brought you comfort as your body hummed post orgasm, though your mind was still plagued with some uncertainties. You were sure you would be able to ask questions later, but for now, you were content laying with him like this. “So…” came Karamatsu’s tired voice, hoarse with overuse, “Perhaps we should renegotiate your workplace, hm?” You looked up at him, initially surprised, but then realizing you’ve had this same conversation with him a thousand times already. A short huff followed by your coy smile, “In your dreams, Karamatsu.” He matched your smirk, “There’s my spitfire,” and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “Heh, worth a shot at least.” You were his now either way.

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madwomansapologist · 2 months ago

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──────〃✰ KINKTOBER DAY 1: 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏 𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑

title: poker face synopsis: luckily, mr. zero didn't knew you were a mugiwara. luckily, mr. zero fell for your bluffs. unfortunately, you never imagined it would be that hard to not fall for crocodile's charm. [3.1K] cw: mugiwara!fem!reader, strip poker, strip tease, public sex, cock crush, nipple stimulation, size difference, fingering (f!receiving), riding, biting, scratching, finger sucking, p in v, creampie, possessive behavior, mob boss meets a baddie, pussy so good he wonders about marriage.

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With a thick cigar between his teeth, Crocodile forced himself to smile. “Five of a kind”, he dropped his cards on the table. “Seems like the house won. Again.”

Crocodile’s presence in Rain Dinners works to reinforce his reputation as a hero in this wretched island. Unfortunately, it also means Crocodile is tormented by the most boring clientele.

To watch someone gambling everything they own out of delusional hope and losing it all because of sheer mischance is only interesting the first few hundreds of times. Now, all Crocodile feels is disdain.

He curses those vermin that stole the joy of victory.

Murmuring complaints, two bettors left the table. The croupier stretched his arm, reaching for the cards left far away from him. As the cards were shuffled, Crocodile took in the chance to observe the tables nearby. Searching for chaos to be dealt with, such a common occurrence in a casino, an unusual sight stole his attention.

A long, thick, light pelted fur coat. Crocodile inhaled the smoke, holding it in. Admiring you with that coat over your shoulders, no one would’ve imagined this is the middle of a desert. And still, you didn’t break a sweat.

One of the bettors decided it was the right moment to thank Crocodile for his protection over Alabasta. He did his best to sound modest, heroic. To embody the last hope of this dying island. The moment a white blur entered his peripheral vision, Crocodile simply ignored the man’s existence.

With a hand over the chair’s top rail, you stared directly at the croupier. “May I?”, you asked, voice sultry as the desert.

Crocodile took the cigar out of his mouth, releasing the smoke in the direction opposite from you. “Made just in time”, he moved his hand towards the croupier ready to start. “Do you know how to play, hon’?”

You took a sip from your glass, not bothering to answer him. Placing your coat over the chair’s rail, you reached inside its pocket and took the poker chip’s box. You left it open on the table, emerald dress moving on your body as you sat down and crossed your legs.

The box was filled to the brim.

Your lack of interest on him ignited something within Crocodile. Curiosity. Something far more interesting than gambling against weak bluffs. “New to poker?”, Crocodile smiled devilish. The sort of smile that make pretty women like you forget about decency.

If only you had looked at him.

“New to this island”, you answered, sounding as bored as Crocodile was before you got there. The way you danced around his question was enough for him to know you didn’t want the others to think of you as an easy target. Usually, Crocodile would simply profit on it. This time, with you staring straight into his eyes, he couldn’t care less about this game. “Is it worth?”

“It will be.”

A promise Crocodile intended to fulfill.

Feeling his gaze burning your skull, to not smile was never so difficult. If you were weaker, you would’ve laugh until your cheeks fell apart from your face. How funny. How alluring. Ah, Luffy really told you the truth.

Your life will be funnier around me, Luffy gave you the brightest smile you ever saw. Stroking your cheek, he cleaned the trace of tears. I will never let you get bored.

A Shichibukai stands before you, unable to see you as part of the threat he is so interest in dealing with. The man that sent thousands of bounty hunters after your crew, that forced Vivi to witness as unnecessary violence tore her nation in pieces, doesn’t even know that you’re part of the group he wants to exterminate.

Good. That means the plan of distracting Crocodile has a chance of working.

Each bettor made an initial contribution for the deal to start. At every round, you raised the amount of chips. It didn’t matter if others were dropping out of the deal or if Crocodile doubled the bet with no hesitance. You simply continued to bet more.

That was alluring. It told more about you than your pretty lips could. You’re not here to make money. You’re not here to waste it. You’re here for amusement. And that Crocodile can give you any time.

“Showdown”, the croupier called. “Please, bettors, show your hands.”

The woman sitting beside you sighed, showing two pairs. Two bettors had dropped out, choosing to wait until the next deal. You placed your cards on the table. 4, 3, K, 10, 10. One pair. “Does that mean anything?”

The first man to drop out chuckled. “Only that you lost.”

Lost in the way your smile spread across your face, the croupier had to remind Crocodile it was his time to show the cards. “Three of a kind”, he murmured. This time, he put no effort into acting as if he cared that he won. Crocodile just wanted to learn more about you. “Do you know the rules?”

“Does it really matter?”, your bright smile was enough to enlighten the whole place. As the croupier changed the card sets, you gave him your solely attention. “The best liar wins at the end.”

“No surprise you haven’t won yet”, Crocodile smirked. He spread his legs, cigar between his fingers. His golden hook glistened, reminding you of the threat he represented simply by breathing. “It’s so easy to see right through you.”

But not to see how I stole all those chips from you, was what you thought. “Seems like a failure of mine”, was what you said out loud.

With a movement of his hand, a waiter approached. Crocodile whispered into his ear; eyes still fixated on you. Intoxicated on his presence, you forgot to look away. What a tempting man. From then on, your glass never remained empty.

Deal after deal, you continued to lose just as Crocodile continued to win. Deal after deal, you continued to answer just as Crocodile continued to ask.

Until there were only you two left at the casino. You let go of your glass and closed the poker chip’s box, raising from the chair. “Should have expected a pirate to be a good gambler.” You took your coat, walking away from the table. “Have a good night, Crocodile.”

“One last deal?” Crocodile was quick to offer. Desperately, you would add. “And then we call it.”

You raised the empty box. “I have nothing left to bet.”

And at that, Crocodile saw his last chance of amusing you. “Then let’s bet everything we have.”

Sat down again, chin supported by your palm, you frowned. The wine had started to affect you both. “And by that you mean…”

“Everything”, Crocodile spread his legs, resting his hook on his thick thigh. You told yourself he was begging for you to stare, but you weren’t that sure of it. “Every chip on this table. Everything on our bodies.”

As he closed his mouth, a part of Crocodile feared his proposition would offend you. It doesn’t happen often, but there is a chance he misread your signals.

“I’ve been eyeing your rings since I sat here”, you wondered out loud. “Just as you been eyeing my dress.”

But to be so straight to the point… Crocodile wasn’t quite expecting that. It was what he wanted, but to see how you two were connected made harder for him to breath.

Then you sighed.

“As tempting as it is,” and you were standing again. Crocodile hated to see that. He would hate even more to see you leaving. “It is also getting late. Like I said, I’m new to this island.”

“You have nothing to fear”, Crocodile bargained. “Not when I’m around.”

“But you won’t be around on my way back to the hotel.”

“Then stay here”, he offered. You arched an eyebrow. “I don’t intent on letting you walk away that easily. I’m a pirate. I’m used to taking what I want for myself.”

For an eternity, you both stared into each other’s eyes. A silent negotiation. His final offering, your final chance of doing the right thing and walking away from danger. You could see his very soul. How it burned just beneath the surface. Crocodile felt the same heat coming from you.

The croupier forced a cough, remind you of his presence. It took much of his strength for Crocodile to not kill him right then and there.

“Shuffle the cards and leave”, you ordered.

He obeyed. Quickly. You both took a look at your cards sets. A smile died within you. A smirk grew on Crocodile’s face. The moment the croupier closed the exit door, Crocodile showed his hand.

Crocodile looked even bigger than he already was, filled with the confidence of a winner. “Four of a kind.”

Dropping your hand on the table, you were the winner he believed to be. “Royal flush”, you smiled. “Pretty sure that’s the highest since we’re not using any wild cards.”

Shock was a good look on Crocodile. After analyzing your cards, his gaze returned to you. “You said you didn’t know how to play.”

“Oh”, you drank the last sip from your glass. “Did I?”

And at your answer, all he could do was laugh. Crocodile ran his hand through his black hair. “You hustle me”, he whispered. Crocodile wasn’t able to get rid of this genuine smile.

Your laugh was real too. It made Crocodile breath in your scent, get drunk on the sweet sound coming from you. Not a bluff, not an act. It was real, and it only made you more beautiful. “And now you have a debt to pay.”

His face darkened, reminding you of who he is. You hustled Crocodile. You hustled Crocodile. You never thought of yourself as a stupid woman, but here you are. For fucks sake. Luffy really is rubbing on you.

Crocodile bended over the table, his broad shoulders creating a shadow over you. His hand grabbed your chair’s arm, his hook moving your chin upwards. A strand of hair fell in front of his orange eyes, and looking into them you felt like a powerless prey about to be ravished.

Face lurking inches above yours, Crocodile smiled devilish. A smile that made you forget about decency, focusing only on the promise of more of him. More of the man that wants to kill you. “Enjoy the show”, Crocodile whispered.

His blue scarf was the first to be throw away, and neither of you cared about where it would land. His long fingers worked on the buttons of the rumpled black-striped vest, so slowly you almost took it off of Crocodile by yourself.

The peach shirt beneath showed a portion of his wide chest and instead of finally getting rid of it, Crocodile held the leather belt around his waist.

He had so much fun teasing you, admiring how you couldn’t look away. A man as handsome must feel entitled to the silent praise. He really thought he was the one in charge, didn’t he? And for long enough, Crocodile was.

You’re a lot of things, but you’re not patient.

Leaning against the chair, you raised your leg. The silver heel brushed against his pants, from down on his ankle until the insides of his thigh. And when your painted nails shined right in front of his crotch, you forced your feet against it.

“Stop playing around.” Cocking your head, eyes explored his still covered up body. “Don’t make me wait.”

Crocodile grabbed your ankles, calloused hand stroking softly your skin. It wasn’t a rough touch, but not less possessive because of it. You put more pressure, making him groan. “You are insane.”

“And why is that?”

“Anyone else would fear me”, Crocodile’s voice reminded you of velvet and sharp knives. It lingered on your ears. “And here you are. Demanding more.”

You sighed, fingers brushing against your lips. That voice… it was your last straw. Fighting his hold, you put your foot down on the ground. You grabbed his shirt, pushing him back until Crocodile sat down on his chair again.

He opened his mouth as you sat down on his lap, but you gave him no time to do anything. “You talk too much.”

Holding the chair’s top rail as leverage, you dive into him. Tooth biting his lower lip, tongue forcing a passage into his warm mouth. Your free hand found a spot on his large neck, bringing Crocodile closer to you. Instead of waiting, you took what you wanted for yourself.

Just like a pirate would.

She isn’t fragile, Crocodile thought. She won’t break.

Sinking into you, Crocodile forgot about self-control. He simply ravished you, just like you demanded of him. A wild animal and nothing more. Exploring your mouth as if it was his to control, hand grabbing your soft skin without a care about finesse or decorum. Crocodile pressed his hook against your chest, enjoying how it didn’t stop you from moving as you wanted to.

You got him out of that stupidly tight shirt, hands scratching his chest as your hips moved on top of his crotch. He forced you down, putting your whole weight upon himself, and ripped your emerald dress into pieces with his hook.

“You’ll pay for this one.”

It was a complain, but your fingers working to unbutton his pants made clear you couldn’t care less. His kisses travelled to your neck, tongue leaving a trail of drool on your shoulder, mouth closing against your nipples. Your fingers intertwined with his hair, encouraging Crocodile to continue.

“I will get you anything you want”, he said, voice muffled. He couldn’t get away from your body to speak. “You burn hotter than the fuckin desert.”

No shame, no hesitation. Freed from his pants, you licked your palm before grabbing his cock. You pumped him with zero delicacy, thumb pressing against the dark, sensitive head. Just like everything in Crocodile, it was big enough to make you wonder.

As if he could read you mind, Crocodile slid his hand into your panties. Long fingers explored your lips, precise with every movement. Thumb pressing against your clit, two fingers against your wet slit. His hook brushed against your thigh, arm locking around you to press you down on his fingers.

Your loud moan embarrassed your very soul, but all Crocodile did was laugh. His teeth closed around your neck, biting hard enough to make you whimper. That’ll mark you for sure. “Ride me, hon’.”

With your nails deep into his back, you stretched yourself on Crocodile’s fingers. You bit his earlobe, brushing your face against his as you speed up your movements. In your hand, his cock throbbed. Crocodile was leaking, burning in the same way you do.

“Take what you want”, you whispered against his ear. “Fuck me already.”

It happened so quickly, you barely understood how he moved. A second before you were on his lap, two fingers deep into your hungry cunt, lips around his ear. Then you were sat on the table, poker chips falling on the floor, Crocodile standing between your legs.

A fucking monster.

Crocodile took his drenched fingers from you, and wasted no time before sucking them clean. He grabbed your thighs, exposing yourself from him. “She’s delicious”, Crocodile stared at your pussy. His fingers pulled your lips apart. “Will get me addicted to her.”

Using your legs, you got him even closer to you. Crocodile grabbed your hair, pulling you into a messy kiss. Fighting against your tongue, he fit the head of his cock into you. You moaned into his mouth.

Moving your heels against his thighs, you forced him inside of you. A stupid decision. Your head collapsed against his shoulder, the entirety of his length touching all the right places. So good, so right, so… much.

Crocodile wasn’t in that much of a better situation. Eyes closes tightly, lips hanging open as a deep cry escaped. So wet, so warm. Moving slowly, Crocodile chortled. He had no control over his mind anymore.

“Don’t you dare stopping”, you manage to say. “Just… fu-fuck, just like that.”

Deep thrusts as his fingers worked on your clit: Crocodile wouldn’t dream of doing anything other than you wanted. He could feel your drool gathering on his shoulder. How your fingers were deep into his forearms, or how the hold of your legs around his waist weakened.

All Crocodile wanted was to make you as addicted to him as he already was to you. To get you to scream his name, begging for more and more. He wanted you to take from him. To get what you wanted. And Crocodile wanted everything you could give him.

Feeling waves of pleasure washing over you, mind empty as a white canvas, you tilted your head back. Eyes half-open, you admired him. His raw lips, face covered in sweat. Marks of lipstick all over his chest, just as deep nail marks and surface scratched. You looked down, watching as he entered you.

“You are worth way more than eighty million.”

Crocodiled bended, tongue playing with your aching nipple. “After my head, hon’?”, he sucked on them. You stroked his hair, enjoying how primal Crocodile looked.

“Do I look insane?”, you moaned.

Crocodile looked into your eyes, face near yours. You placed your arms around his shoulders, but he held you in place. Crocodile simply looked at you. As if there was something new, something he never saw before.

“You do”, Crocodile whispered. It felt so intimate. For a moment, you weren’t being fucked in an empty casino. For a moment, you two were sharing a secret. “You’re perfect.”

You melted against him. Lost on your orgasm, you unlearned how to breath. The fact you couldn’t think didn’t stop Crocodile from kissing you. As you closed around him, Crocodile reached his limit. Tooth deep into your throat, he marked you again.

Tears formed behind your eyes, throat aching as you finally breathed again. You laid your head on his chest, feeling it rising with his unregulated breathes. A firm hand held your waist, his nose stopped in the union of your shoulder and neck. His biting hurt so good, just like your scratches on his skin.

When Crocodile opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was his hand holding onto the table. He looked at the fours rings you said caught your attention. And he saw how there was only one finger lacking a ring.

Insane, Crocodile thought. She’s making me insane.

As his hips moved away, a cry left your throat as he emptied your pussy, your legs finally stopped working. Crocodile took his cigar from the ashtray, smoking it for a few seconds. When he released the smoke, you grabbed his chin and made him face you. Inhaling it, you closed your eyes.

Not a second after you let it go, his hand and hook slid beneath your thighs. Effortlessly, Crocodile took you from the table. Your shaken legs closed around his waist as he carried you. “What you doing?”

Crocodile finally looked into your eyes again. He smiled, and it was genuinely. “Taking what I want for myself.”

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