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Chapter 24 – Ruin and Redemption

Penulis: Quinn Montclair
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-11-25 15:30:49

Eve

He’s a force of nature and I’m simply a landscape for his devastation.

His first thrust, brutally deep, rips the breath from my lungs. The pain is a sharp, instantaneous shock, quickly overwhelmed by the massive, blinding relief of finally being taken. Finally being filled by the thing I’ve ached for, denied, and feared for weeks.

You’re mine. You’ll carry my legacy. You’ll answer only to me. Nobody will ever touch you. I’ll satisfy every need you have.

I h

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