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Chapter 61

Author: LalaRia
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I couldn’t even bring myself to appreciate the breathtaking view from the hotel Ram had chosen in Miami, nor the golden glow of the sun bouncing off the ocean waves as our plane touched down. The city sparkled with life, every towering building reflecting the late afternoon light like shards of molten glass, the kind of skyline that should have made my chest tighten with awe. And yet, all I could feel was the pull of something far more urgent, far more distracting. My mind,. and my body had entirely different priorities.

My knees trembled beneath me, betraying a need I couldn’t even name, a heat pooling low in my stomach that made me want nothing more than to pull Ram away from everyone, somewhere secluded, somewhere that belonged only to the two of us. The warmth spreading through me was maddening, subtle yet relentless, amplified by the small toy hidden inside my underwear, the one Ram controlled with that infuriating grin of his from across the lobby. Every subtle vibration made my
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