Rise of the Rejected; Bred by the Mafia CEO
She instinctively touched her breast and pubic area, checking for any soreness, any sign of violation.
Khaid watched the panic and suspicion in her eyes, and the amusement dropped, replaced by cold disdain. He scoffed, sitting up fully, the sheet pooling at his waist. “If I had done that,” he said, his voice hard, “you wouldn't have been able to stand, much less jump up like that. Let me make myself clear, Bluey.” He looked directly into her soul. “I don't take advantage of women in their vulnerable state. They either consent, or they leave. There is no force here.”
Bluey dropped her hands, utterly humiliated and ashamed by her assumption. She slowly tucked her wild hair behind her ear, her
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