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Chapter 52: Dog not Doll

Author: Twistella
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Arabella

I stood on the other side of the door, completely mortified.

What the hell had just happened?

I spun around the bathroom, pacing like a caged animal, my heart thundering against my ribs, my skin still tingling with the memory of his touch. I had almost come undone—right in Lucas’s arms.

Pathetic.

My eyes caught my reflection in the mirror, and the sight made my stomach twist. My lips swollen, bruised from his kiss. My cheeks flushed. My robe barely clinging to my body, hanging off my shoulders like some cheap afterthought.

What on earth was I thinking?

What the hell was wrong with me?

Lucas.

He had kissed me. And I—stupidly, weakly had let him. Worse. I had kissed him back.

I gripped the edge of the sink, knuckles whitening.

This was wrong. All of it.

Crazy.

How could I want him? How could my body betray me like this?

He was playing his sick, twisted games, baiting me, mocking me, and like a fool, I had danced to his tune. I could picture him on the other side of that door,
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