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Chapter 30: The Price Of Touching Her

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Caterina looked like she was seconds away from committing fucking murder. “You absolute fucking whores,” Caterina shrieked, her voice breaking on the high-pitched scream, it was loud and raw like an animal caught in a trap. “Do you even fucking understand what you’ve done?!”

Gianna laughed first.

Not a pretty laugh.

It was a wet, ugly sound…full of cruelty, full of filth, full of the kind of pleasure that made the skin crawl.

The glass bottle slipped from her fingers as she smirked. .

“Relax, princess,” Gianna sneered, sauntering lazily toward her, hips swaying. “We’re just…breaking in the new little fucktoy.”

She kicked the bottle across the floor without even looking.

Caterina’s fists curled so tight blood trickled from her palms.

“FUN?!” she bellowed. “She was supposed to be special! She was supposed to be untouched! Did he tell y’all to touch her!!! Her body is meant for him!!! And him alone!!”

Valentina just laughed, grinding her soaked cunt against Isadora’s face like t
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