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Chapter 17

Author: Johnel
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Chapter 17

Tiana’s eyes flung open the instant the door slammed.

Her heart slammed harder against her ribs, the last tremors of her orgasm still fluttering low in her belly, the toy still warm and slick in her trembling hand.

The music was suddenly deafening, obscene. She lurched forward, fingers clumsy with panic, and killed the speaker with one frantic swipe. Silence rushed in, cold and accusing.

Was that… her door?

Or Pascal’s?

She sat frozen on the rumpled sheets, chest heaving, skin flushed hot, the scent of her own arousal thick in the air.

No. It had to be imagination. Maryann never came upstairs this late. Pascal was supposed to be with Indy and Nikolai.

But the bang had been too close, too sharp, too real.

She scrambled off the bed, legs shaky, and snatched her silk night-robe with the hem barely brushing mid-thigh from the velvet armchair. The fabric whispered against her overheated skin as she yanked it on, tying the belt with fingers that refused to stop shaking. The mi
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