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Chapter 59

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last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-06-20 19:17:17
Dakota

No bows. No softness. Just rough, worn leather and thick straps that didn’t pretend to be sweet. That sawhorse looked like it was built to hold someone down and make them take it—no apologies, no escape. And something inside me, low and aching and wild, rose up and whispered: yes. That. Right there. That's where I’d unravel.

“That one.”

Xavier followed my gaze. “The sawhorse?”

I nodded.

“You sure?” he asked, voice low and even, but I caught the shift. The way he stood just a little
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