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53. The Aftermath of Fire
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2025-04-06 22:00:36Amelia had never felt shy a day in her life.
She had strutted into boardrooms full of men who underestimated her, stared down business rivals who thought they could intimidate her, and walked away from an entire marriage without shedding a tear. Shyness had never been in her vocabulary.
The room was still thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and something unspoken. Amelia lay sprawled across the massive bed, her body still tingling, her limbs still weak. Adrian stood beside her, buttoning up his shirt with maddening ease, looking as composed as ever like he hadn’t just ruined her for any other man.
Bastard.
Amelia forced herself to sit up, wincing slightly at the delicious soreness between her thighs.
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