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51 - Blue & Purple
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2025-06-02 07:38:46Morning light sifted softly through the curtains, pale as a whispered apology.
Sebastian winced, sitting up. His thighs throbbed, his lower back pulsed with bruises he didn’t need to see—though curiosity won. In the mirror, blue and purple bloomed along his hips, where Ezra’s grip had claimed him. He traced a mark, jaw tight. “Lovely,” he muttered. “You little slut.” “Mmmm, Daddy, have you seen my—ohmyGod!” Mia’s voice cut in. Sebastian spun, fumbling the robe. “Privacy, you animal!” She snorted. “My black hoodie—the one with red stripes?” “Nope. And even if I had, I wouldn’t return it. You stole my moisturizer.” “You steal my hoodies.” “I’m making better fashion choices.” She smirked and shut the door. Sebastian exhaled, leaning on the counter, muscles still buzzing from Ezra’s touch—the lingering heat of Ezra’s rut scent close by, sh
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