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CHAPTER 33 — UNDER HIS DOMINION
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2026-05-25 01:07:05Liora Voss
I never meant to expose myself like that.
The sun had been blazing, the bikini strings digging into my skin, and I just wanted a moment of relief. I untied the top, lay back on the lounge chair, and closed my eyes. I didn’t think anyone would see me. I didn’t think it would matter.
But it did.
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