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ross my face. I winced before my eyes even opened. My head throbbed in rhythm with my pulse.

to the roof of my mouth. The clock on t

the mo

ng through me. The room tilted, came back to normal. The pillows a

foot. The other one lay across the

ruined. Half-zipped in the back, straps s

dark, deliberate bruises scattered across my collarbone, my chest, and the tops of my

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d spun around me. My stomach lurch

he psycho a

to come i

through the floor. His hand-rough, possessive and fist

les and the chain tugging with every breath. His cock driving i

o

bare feet hit the cool hardwood. I bolted for the bathroom, kn

ection stared back. The versio

len, red, bitten. My neck-Holy crap-was covered in purple hickey

on

ltar, the white dress and the way he'd

s. No more nights like before.

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no

en it. What I hated the most is

with a soft thud. I pulled my knees to my ch

lled down my cheeks and

ave I

eaked open

wringing it. Her eyes went wide-then narrowed as she tried to read the room: the d

intment was showcased like an ar

Ava. What d

I don't know. I was... just a bit horny. It was supposed

he crouched in front of me, tilted my chin with two fingers. Her thumb

s the

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ne. "You remember hi

yes. Tried to

ross his chest. That dragon-coiled tattoo that was ali

his

an

l. Very ruthless. Like he owned the w

came from years of cleaning up my messes. "Stay out

ll tube onto the counter. Arnica gel. "Cover t

nc

r like an engine trying t

r. Leon's b

ing to meet him at HK premises. Noon sharp. You have t

e clock on the

hi

her thin bones. "Please. Don't tell Leon. I don't want to break his hear

h escaped her like she'd heard this before. "Forget that me

icked shut

tube she gave me

I couldn't see the mirror. I scrubbed hard until my skin tur

myself. The mirror had fogged completel

ll

no

as armor and concealer under my eyes to hide the exhaustion and the red

n one. A black, backless tight gown, the kind that made men sta

erous and polished as a billionaire wife, not lik

I was stil

d my bag like a lifeline. "Why do I even have to meet this guy

e lounge area had plush velvet sofas arranged in

filling out a dark suit. One leg crossed ov

ized that the voice was similar to

learly recognized that deep ru

o

n front of the other. The click of

I'm A

call and lift

my fingers the mom

at