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Chapter Twenty-One Part 3: The Husband

Auteur: Eden Jeweledwolf
last update Date de publication: 2026-03-12 11:27:46

When she came, it was with a sob. With James's anguished cry echoing in her ears. With the knowledge that she'd just shattered him completely.

Atlas pulled away immediately. Scrambled back. Couldn't meet anyone's eyes.

Dante smiled. "Good. Now James understands. Now he knows what his wife has become."

He moved to James. Removed the gag.

James gasped. Then: "You're a monster. You're a fucking monster."

"Perhaps." Dante lit a cigarette. "But I'm the monster who owns your wife. Who's broken her. W
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