Forced To Marry: Claimed By The Obsessed Billionaire
I buried my fingers into the long strands, still slightly damp from the pool water, running my fingertips over her scalp in slow, repetitive, and controlled movements.
Every time I flexed my right arm to stroke her hair, the muscle of my left shoulder pulled at the new stitches, bringing a cutting burn that throbbed to the base of my neck. I felt the active physical pain with every passing second, but I didn't shift my position. I didn't pull away a single inch. In the silence of the room, the sound of the heart rate monitor I had been tracking at the port seemed to be replaced by the accelerated rhythm of my own chest. My heart beat fast, hard against my ribs—an involuntary biological react
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