Summer's POVMy legs shake as Luxian pulls away from me, his hands still gripping my thighs like he owns them.Which, according to our contract, he does.The leather chair beneath me is damp with sweat. My torn blouse hangs open, buttons scattered across his study floor like evidence of his impatience.I'm half-naked, exposed, while he's barely disheveled.Typical.He's breathing hard, staring at me like he's trying to solve a puzzle he can't figure out.Join the club."Summer." His voice is rough, different from the cold tone he usually uses.I don't answer. Can't find words that won't sound weak or broken.Because I'm not broken. Bruised, maybe. Used, definitely. But not broken.I've survived worse than Alpha Luxian's possessive bullshit.He reaches toward my face and I jerk back instinctively. His expression darkens."Don't flinch from me.""Don't give me reasons to flinch."We stare at each other across the wreckage of what just happened. His shirt is unbuttoned, hair messy from m
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