บททั้งหมดของ He Slept With My Sister, When I Was Giving Birth: บทที่ 321 - บทที่ 330

AvaMaya went into triage mode before the yacht even started moving. She pulled me aside, hands flying over my arms, my face, my ribs, checking for injuries like she expected to find bullet wounds. “Are you concussed?” she demanded, peering into my eyes. “Did he drug you? Squeeze my hand. Say the al

AvaA crew member in a white polo and pressed shorts appeared from the galley, balancing a silver tray with two sweating glasses and a dish of finger sandwiches. “Compliments of the house,” he said, setting everything on the low marble table with a bow that was just shy of parody.Maya raised an eye

AvaThe first kiss was gentle, almost chaste. Sofia let it happen, then deepened it, tongue flicking out to taste the inside of Maya’s lip. Her hands cradled Maya’s face, pulling her in, and then her body pressed forward until there was nothing but skin and silk and hunger.I stood there, paralyzed,

I looked past him, out at the black water. The city was gone, vanished behind a curve in the river or maybe just erased by distance. The only lights were the pinpoint reflections of stars on the current, and the blue-white aura of the yacht itself.If he threw me overboard, nobody would ever know.H

AvaMaya lay on her side, one leg cocked out over the edge of the bed, the other tucked up under her, half-wrapped in the storm-gray sheet. Her hair spilled over the pillow, fanned out like black silk, her lips parted just enough to show the soft pink inside. She looked… peaceful. Not the word anyon