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The warning

作者: M-writez
last update 公開日: 2026-04-30 06:11:07

My lips still burned from the kiss at Elysian.

I stood in Dante's penthouse war room, surrounded by tactical maps and men with guns, and my skin hadn't stopped humming since he'd pulled back with his forehead pressed to mine, breathing like he'd run a marathon.

The way his hands had framed my face. The way his mouth had claimed mine without hesitation, without asking permission, like he'd been starving for it. For me.

Then the video of Luca Castellano had arrived, and everything shattered.

Now
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