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Chapter 54: You’ve Been a Bad Girl

last update publish date: 2026-04-27 21:44:05

The sudden silence of sensation makes my breath stutter. I let out a broken, frustrated cry, my hips bucking against the air. I feel like I'm falling from a great height.

“You don't get to find release yet,” Zayn growls. I hear him stand, the leather of his gear creaking. “You haven't been punished enough for the way you ran. You haven't been punished for making me chase you.”

A moment passes where nothing happens. And yet everything changes. Because now I’m aware of him in ways I can’t explain
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