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13. The Interruption
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2026-06-09 15:00:18The sudden interruption shattered the suffocating, erotic haze of the war room like a sheet of ice. Rosalie let out a broken, frustrated whimper, her body shivering violently as she was left completely suspended on the very edge of a climax. Her jade eyes flew open, wide and filled with a mixture of residual pleasure and renewed terror, staring up at the man who held her entire world in his hands.
Dominic’s entire frame went rigi
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