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to the roof of my mouth. The clock on t

n the

ing through me. The room tilted, came back to normal. The pillows

foot. The other one lay across the

t dark, deliberate bruises scattered across my collarbone, my chest, and the tops of

he psycho a

fisted in my hair. That low, ruthless v

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es slamming into the tile as I

llen, red, bitten. My neck-Holy crap-was covered in purple hick

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ltar, the white dress and the way he'd

es. No more nights like before

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en it. What I hated the most is

e wood with a soft thud. I pulled my kn

olled down my cheeks an

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reaked ope

wed as she tried to read the room: the dress, the marks, the

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I don't know. I was... just a bit horny. It was supposed

with a soft click. Her thumb brushed one of the

s the

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ine. "You remember

eyes. Tried

ross his chest. That dragon-coiled tattoo that was ali

his

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l. Very ruthless. Like he owned the w

came from years of cleaning up my messes. "Stay o

all tube onto the counter. Arnica gel. "Cover

nc

ar like an engine trying

r. Leon's b

ing to meet him at HK premises. Noon sharp. You have t

e clock on the

hi

her thin bones. "Please. Don't tell Leon. I don't want to break his hear

eard this before. "Forget that mess, girl. Ju

icked shut

ed hard until my skin turned pink and raw.

ompletely. I wiped a ci

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ide the exhaustion and the redness. Hair in loose waves that fell over my neck, hiding what it c

erous and polished as a billionaire wife, not lik

? I was st

d my bag like a lifeline. "Why do I even have to meet this guy

e lounge area had plush velvet sofas arranged in

filling out a dark suit. One leg crossed

ized that the voice was similar to

learly recognized that deep ru

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in front of the other. The click o

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