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Chapter 28 – The Gala Mask
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2026-07-28 18:45:32Bela
“SEB…” I moaned. “I need to feel you…”
My hands flew to the buttons of his dark vest, fumbling with the fabric in a frantic rush to feel his bare skin, to strip away the armor of the Don and find the man beneath.
Sebastian helped me, ripping his vest off and tossing it onto the floor, pulling his silk shirt open until his bare chest was pressed flush against mine.
Every touch felt electric
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My Sex Slave is an Heiress Chapter 28 – The Gala Mask
Bela“SEB…” I moaned. “I need to feel you…”My hands flew to the buttons of his dark vest, fumbling with the fabric in a frantic rush to feel his bare skin, to strip away the armor of the Don and find the man beneath.Sebastian helped me, ripping his vest off and tossing it onto the floor, pulling his silk shirt open until his bare chest was pressed flush against mine.Every touch felt electric, amplified by the ticking clock on the wall. Every kiss tasted like a final vow, a silent fight against the darkness waiting outside the glass.He pulled my sweater over my head. The sight of me exposed beneath him seemed to shatter the last thread of his restraint.His hands were everywhere at once, his calloused palms rasped against the sensitive skin of my breasts, sending sharp, electric shivers straight down my spine as he cupped the curve of my waist, digging his fingers in
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