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Auteur: ILma
last update Date de publication: 2026-02-06 23:13:26

Reaper

The screen flashed with a text.

Mila: Fuck you.

Me: You wish.

I leaned back, resting the phone on my chest. I should stop. I should maintain professional distance. But the memory of her taste was still on my tongue, and the anger at her leaving was still a fresh wound.

Me: Tell me what you’re wearing.

Mila: Why? Want to imagine ripping it off?

Me: I don't need to imagine. I know exactly what you look like when you break. I know the sound you make when you beg.

The response was immediate
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