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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-TWO

Author: Grace Kelly
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-27 21:12:19

THIRD PERSON’S POV

“Don’t come in!” He roared almost immediately and covered her exposed skin with his frame while turning towards the door.

Isabella’s heart was beating so fast as she struggled to glue back the torn dress magically. Embarrassment reddened her cheeks like crayons.

The door halted, and then the clock clicked by, and nothing happened. But the mood had gone still, or so she thought until he turned around and carried her in his arms, close to his chest.

“Where are you taking me?” She half yelled, hitting him gently in the chest.

“To our room, Love.” He responded smugly.

“But whores don’t use…”

“Rooms.” He completed. “Yea, yea. But my whore does. Can't let anyone have a look at what I own.”

Warmth spread through her, and she let her arms fall to her side. He was still as possessive as always, and she let him carry her through the hallway and then into the room. He placed her gently on the bed, his eyes moving over her lustfully.

“Tell me, how do you desire to be fucked, my
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