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Chapter 62

Penulis: Nyct
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Aryn

"Can't it?" I challenged, a faint, knowing smirk playing on my lips. "Or won't it?"

He just stared at me, his eyes dark and unreadable, and I knew he wouldn't give me an answer. He couldn't. Not when the air between us was still thick with the aftermath of that kiss, a silent, vibrating hum that spoke of raw, undeniable desire. He wanted me. And damn, I wanted him too.

The thought hit me like a physical blow, a sudden, undeniable truth that settled deep in my gut. I wanted Lorenzo. Not just the thrill of the chase, not just the danger, but him. The way his hands felt on my skin, the taste of his mouth, the guttural sounds he made when I pushed him. It was a terrifying, exhilarating realization. He was a monster, a ruthless man who dealt in violence and secrets, but he was also the only one who had ever made me feel this alive, this seen. This… wanted.

And in that moment, standing there, still breathless from his kiss, a new kind of resolve hardened within me. I was going to sleep
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