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... ot lazy. Sore.
It was the kind of soreness that reminded you of every second you’d rather forget. A deep, pulsing ache between my thighs that throbbed with each small movement—like a cruel echo of his dominance still embedded in me.
I blinked slowly, adjusting to the soft light bleeding through the curtains. For a moment, I didn’t even realize I was in bed. My memory came back in pieces—the jar of water, his voice, the mirror. The feel of his hands on my hips. His eyes. The rage ...
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