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Chapter 71 Every single inch

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last update publish date: 2026-04-25 07:27:06

***Olivia's POV***

"Prove it," Chandler growled, his breath against my skin.

He didn't give me a chance to breathe. In one powerful motion, he shoved me onto the bed. I hit the mattress with a gasp, my hair sprawling across the pillows. Before I could even blink, he was there, standing over me.

"Open your legs," he commanded, his eyes pinning me down more effectively than his hands ever could.

My chest heaved, enjoying the way his eyes were admiring my body. I spread my legs slowly, bitin
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