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Chapter 19 What were you thinking Isla?

Author: Moonchild
last update publish date: 2026-05-24 17:09:10

In two strides, he closed the distance. He grabs me and my back hits the nearest wall, hard enough to steal my breath. His palm lands beside my head, the other gripping my waist, fingers pressing into skin like he’s fighting himself.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he says, voice rough, low, and dangerous.

But he doesn’t move away.

His thumb drags across my lower lip, slow, and deliberate. My breath hitches. His eyes follow the motion like it costs him something not to give in compl
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