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CHAPTER INE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-THREE

Penulis: Iris Brown
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-12-07 23:00:13

XIOMAR’S POV

I crushed my lips against Lyla’s the smell of burgers and fat wafting into my nose. “Fuck, I missed you,” I murmured.

“I missed you too,” she whispered. “I need you.”

I raised my head and looked around. “Achilles could curse us out for this.”

Lyla smiled. “I don't care.”

I grabbed her hair, causing her to gasp and arch into me. “Let me see those nipples,” I hissed, dragging the top of her shirt down.

She has scars there. Lines running down through them. “When we get somewhere,” I said, “I'll pay special attention to each.”

I ducked my head low and grabbed a pink nipple into my mouth. “X,” she moaned, her hands grabbing to my shoulder. “Fuck yes.”

I sucked her nipples eagerly, the echoes of her moans filling my head. “X, I can't wait. Please, I need you.”

“What do you want?”

“You,” she cried out, pushing me away. “Just you.”

I should be a gentle man. Say no. “Drag your jeans down, turn around and place your hands against the wall.”

“Yes sir.”

She turned quickly, unbuttinun
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