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Fuck me like you own me, Nolan.

Author: Bia
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-12-10 22:54:52

Clara's POV

But in the ruins, our hands found each other, a promise that we'd rebuild—together, no matter the cost.

The staircase creaked under our footsteps as we ascended, each step feeling like a mile in the oppressive silence of the mansion. My cheek still throbbed from Mom's slap, the skin hot and tender, a pulsing reminder of the chasm that had just opened between us. Nolan's hand was warm in mine, his fingers interlaced tightly, but I could feel the tension radiating from him—the way his palm was slick with sweat, his grip just a fraction too tight, like he was holding on for dear life. His own cheek bore the faint outline of her handprint, a red welt that made my stomach twist with guilt and fury. We didn't speak until we reached the upstairs hallway, the thick carpet muffling our movements, but the air hummed with unspoken words, thick as fog.

Once inside my room—our makeshift sanctuary for the past few months, with its posters of abstract art I'd painted and the faint sc
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