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CHAPTER 38

Penulis: Toria Nne
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-25 23:41:46

“Questions gets on my nerve. We’re not done yet.” He carried her toward the bathroom, his movements swift and powerful. He set her down on the edge of the large marble counter by the sink. Just so he could watch her again against the mirror.

The last time had done numbers to his brain and he had been thinking of doing it again. To watch her.

“Open your legs.” He commanded, leaning down to bite and suck a spot behind her neck.

Jagged pieces of fear sliced through her as she tried to keep her mind in control.

“What are you going to do to me?” she whimpered, the quiver in her voice unavoidable.

She didn’t want to open her legs because she didn’t know what his plans were exactly. And she didn’t want him to see how wet she was. She was so wet her panties were slick and clinging to her mound.

“Princess,” the wicked devil chuckled, his eyes burning into hers. “If I was going to fuck you, I’d be buried deep inside you already and you wouldn’t be able to walk. Now shut the fuck up and open yo
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