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56-The echo of debt

Author: Daisy_bell
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-03-14 01:27:25

[ IRIS’S POV ]

His touch sent a shiver racing down my spine, a cold fire that made every nerve ending wake up at once. The bedroom was vast and filled with the scent of expensive cedar, but with him standing over me, it felt impossibly small. His eyes were dark, like the mountains outside, watching me with a look that was both predatory and raw.

"I’m not a toy, Dante," I whispered, my voice trembling. "You can’t just... I will take—ouch."

I gasped, my words cutting off into a sharp breath as h
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