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48: It’s Social Suicide

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RHEA

Applause ripples through the room. Damien exhales slowly, satisfaction settling into his bones.

“Where do you think we should hang it?”

“I like my trophies close,” I murmur.

He hums, thoughtful, as if weighing a business decision. “Then the bedroom.” His gaze slides to mine, unblinking. “I want you seeing your victories when you’re underneath me.”

My breath stutters.

His mouth tilts, dark and knowing. “Judging by her face, sweetheart, you might not even need me to make you come.”

I suck in
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