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CHAPTER THIRTY

Ragnar stirred from his slumber and his eyes opened. He lifted himself from his position, proceeding to now sit atop of his bed. And then, he became aware of the disheveled state he was in – shirt undone, pants haphazardly clinging to his waist, and a loosely hanging belt. He sat up on the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes as if trying to shake off the remnants of sleep.

And then, immediately, the memories of the previous night flooded back to him – Astrid.

He had fucked her ruthlessly, in the ass. And that mustve hurt like crazy, but at that point, he didn't care. All he wanted was to feel her and climax. However, a strange sensation gnawed at him, a feeling he wasn't accustomed to – guilt.

He pondered the unfamiliar emotion, perplexed by its existence. Guilt was a foreign visitor, one he rarely entertained. Especially not towards someone like Astrid.

Ragnar had fucked Lilith multiple times, other women as well, yet he didn't hold even a hint of remorse. But for some reason, he felt
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