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Desire Without Limits - Chapter 1

작가: Janne Vellamour
last update 최신 업데이트: 2026-01-02 00:27:28

The hotel bar was a discreet luxury refuge, illuminated by golden tones that reflected off crystal glasses and created an atmosphere of forbidden intimacy. Regina was seated on one of the plush leather sofas, her crossed leg showcasing the natural elegance of someone who knew exactly the effect they caused. The black silk dress accentuated her curves subtly, leaving just enough for the imagination to work. She didn't need effort to attract glances. She just had to exist.

While slowly swirling her glass of red wine, she observed the movement. Men in expensive suits, women with sophisticated perfumes, restrained laughter over corporate negotiations or discreet encounters. For her, this scene was almost predictable, but it offered what she wanted: a place to forget the weight of the day for a few hours.

It was at that moment she noticed his presence.

Scott entered the bar with firm steps, the dark blazer falling perfectly over his broad shoulders. His gaze, as it swept the room, held no
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