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Chapter 23 The punishment

Author: MissAngelSite
last update publish date: 2026-04-04 14:00:38

The command felt like a heavy weight, crushing the air out of my lungs.

"Excuse me?" I whispered, my voice sounding pathetic.

I looked at Chandler, searching for a flicker of a joke, a sign that he was just trying to scare me. But his face was a mask of dark, unfamiliar look. Like the man who had watched me come undone.

"Bend over the table," he repeated.

I didn't move. I was staring at him, my breath coming in a little gasp, when my eyes drifted down to his right hand. Wrapped tightl
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