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37: You’re mine

Author: Josephine Ivy
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-17 23:47:35

I watched her kneeling before me, her expression a mix of embarrassment, uncertainty, and something else—something she probably didn’t even understand yet. Her lips were parted, her cheeks flushed, and her dark eyes stared up at me, waiting, expecting.

And I realized something then.

I wasn’t mad because of my reputation.

That was just an excuse.

I was mad because some bastard had touched her. Because I had walked into that club and seen her in another man’s arms, her body pressed up against him, her soft laughter spilling into the air like she belonged to him.

I clenched my jaw, irritation crawling beneath my skin.

She didn’t even know what she was doing.

That was the worst part.

Mya was clueless—so goddamn naive, it was frustrating. She didn’t realize how men looked at her. She didn’t understand that the world wasn’t as innocent as she thought.

And now, here she was, kneeling in front of me, so completely unaware of the way her wrecked expression made something dark coil inside my c
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