Torn Between The Mafia Twin Bullies
“Yeah. You made me jealous, Lily. You don’t get to defend my brother like that in public. You belong to me.”
I don’t belong to you, I wanted to scream. I don’t belong to anyone.
But I didn’t say it.
Because his fingers were stroking down my stomach again, slow and almost tender. Like the devil himself had decided to play nice. And I knew, if he wanted more, I wouldn’t be able to fight him.
Not right now.
Not after everything.
“Draco, I need to get up,” I murmured, trying to sit.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he said softly, voice curling around me like a leash. “You’ll rest. I’ll have someone bring you food and warm water. You’re sore, aren’t you?”
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