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The Other Half
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2025-08-22 22:05:00Ari's POV
The heat was overwhelming. It flooded through Ari like wildfire—raw, pulsing pleasure, thick with shadows and the ache of a body unraveling under too many hands. But it wasn't hers. Not entirely. It was Therrin's body. Therrin's desire. And it was Ciaran's touch that was claiming it. Ari screamed in silence, trapped inside, forced to feel every flicker of Therrin's surrender as if it were her own—and she hated it. Hated him. That monster wrapped in shadows and sin, whispering devotion with one hand while puppeteering their body with the other. No more. The wall inside cracked, and Ari burst through like a storm. In a single breath, the haze of pleasure shattered. Therrin gasped and blinked, eyes clouded with confusion—before going glassy, distant. Ari was in control now. "Get off," Ari growled, her voice echoing from Therrin's mouth but darker, rougher, l
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