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Chapter 129: Nope. And None of Your Business

ผู้เขียน: Kristina Angels
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-06-04 13:10:26

Michael’s Point of View

I wake up to the softest thing I’ve felt in weeks: sunlight brushing against my face like it knows I need a gentler start today.

Sonia’s legs are tangled around my waist, not loosely either—tight, like she’s still claiming me even in her sleep. Protective or possessive, I’m not sure. I smile into the pillow.

She’s possessive. She needs to be.

Last night wasn’t just about release—it was about everything she’s never been given permission to want. Power. Control. Safety. A place to fall. And someone strong enough to catch her.

Her honey-brown hair is a chaotic halo on the pillow. Strands cling to her cheek, her forehead, her bare shoulder. She looks like the end of a storm. Beautiful, messy, and calm at last.

And then she snores.

Not loud. Not obnoxious. Just a faint, rhythmic little puff of sound that makes me grin like an idiot. Somehow, it’s the most charming thing about her.

I lie there for a while, watching the light move across her skin. But eventual
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