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Chapter 120

Author: Nyct
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2025-08-29 10:12:54

Aryn

The music was still playing when I leaned into him, pressing close just to see how far I could push. Lorenzo’s eyes burned through the mask, dark and sharp, and I knew I was getting under his skin. That thought alone made me smirk.

I loved the way his breath hitched every time I moved just a little closer. He tried to act like he was in control, like I was the one dancing to his tune, but no—this was my game too. And right now, I had him.

“Relax,” I whispered again, teasing him with his o
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