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Chapter 10

Author: Vicky PE
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-07-21 06:01:36

Caterina's POV

I kept expecting Agnes to burst through the door or Vittorio’s smooth voice to cut through the silence. But the night was too quiet, as if the monastery itself were holding its breath.

Every creak of the old wood made my heart stutter; I couldn’t sleep. My body still can't get off Jordan’s hands on me in the library. I love the way he tastes, the way he grinds my v*gina, and raising my legs up like the communion; he makes me cum in holy books.

It was more than lust now; it was t
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