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Craving Grace (An Extremely Hot Taboo Erotica Collection) BOOK 3: Chapter 41: Painted Lies
BOOK 3: Chapter 41: Painted LiesThe moment he finishes speaking, she swallows hard. Her throat is dry. Her chest rises and falls in rapid, shallow breaths. She closes her eyes and inhales slowly, deeply, exhaling just as carefully, trying to quiet the jackhammer in her chest. Her heart is pounding like it's trying to escape her body.Think, Amanda. Think.She tries to steady herself. To shut down the panic. To string together something clever. Something believable. Something that will get her out of this with at least a scrap of dignity and a marriage still intact. Her brain scrambles for a smart excuse, something convincing enough to pacify Greg’s rage.But there’s no way—absolutely no possible way—she can tell him the truth.That the mark on her neck was pressed there by his son. That Adrian had sucked her so hard, so desperately, it left bruises that bloomed into deep, angry welts.God, the mere thought makes her want to vomit.It’s going to be catastrophic. Worse than that humili
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BOOK 3: Chapter 40: Beneath the SkinShe chuckles nervously, shaking her head as she tries to rise from the bed.Greg doesn't give her the chance.He steps forward, blocking her path completely, his tall frame casting a heavy shadow over her. His jaw is clenched so tightly the tendons in his neck look like they're going to snap. His eyes—normally cool and composed—are wild with fury."What the hell is going on with you, Amanda?" His voice is low but laced with a dangerous kind of rage.She freezes. The heat drains from her skin as her heartbeat surges to her throat.Greg holds out a hand, as if trying to keep her caged in place. “Stay where you are,” he says, his tone sharp, strained. “And don’t even think about running away right now, because I swear to God, you’re just going to piss me off even more—and things are already bad enough.”Her legs go numb. She swallows thickly.Oh my God, she thinks, her lips trembling as she bites down on them hard. Her mouth opens—nothing comes out.“
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