The first sliver of dawn, a faint bruised purple against the black, seeped through the penthouse’s floor-to-ceiling windows. Luke’s eyes fluttered open, gritty and heavy. His head throbbed, a dull, insistent drumbeat behind his temples. Every muscle in his body screamed in protest, a symphony of aches and stiffness. He lay on his stomach, face pressed into a pillow that smelled faintly of expensive cologne and something else, something musky and primal that made his stomach churn. Panic, cold and sharp, cut through the lingering haze. He was naked. The silk sheets, now twisted around his legs, felt alien against his skin. His asshole throbbed, a dull, persistent ache that radiated through his hips. A wave of nausea washed over him, bile rising in his throat. He remembered flashes: rough hands, thick bodies, the overwhelming scent of male, the feeling of being stretched, filled, utterly consumed. The memory was fragmented, like a shattered mirror, reflecting only distorted images of
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