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When I bite

Author: ILma
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-10-31 21:01:28
Raven

I slammed the bedroom door so hard the windows hummed.

Then I leaned back against it and breathed.

Bastard.

My wrists were still pink where he had pinned them to the glass.

They didn't hurt. That was almost worse. He hadn't needed to hurt me. He had just held on until I remembered who was holding the leash.

Almost.

I touched my bottom lip. It still remembered Obsidian. He could play the machine all he wanted but I had heard the sound he made against my mouth when he put me against that do
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