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Chapter 47 - The Cold Plunge

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Bela

IT WAS midnight, and the penthouse was dark.

My throat still burned, and the deep, purple bite marks on my neck and hips throve with a dull, constant ache.

I could still feel the phantom weight of Seb’s body pressing me into the yacht’s mahogany paneling, his dark voice echoing in my mind.

You wear my marks. You live in my house.

I dragged a heavy bucket of bleach and a long-handled scrub brush across the slippery tiles of the indoor pool room. The large infinity pool stretched out before
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