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Chapter 8

Word Count: 673    |    Released on: 20/09/2026

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. Her oversized, faded t-shirt had slipped off one shoulder during the

g my lips. "What? Is this another one

d snapped

pressed my heavy body ov

my face inches from hers. "You used to p

just to spend time with me-pretending to sprain her ankle, faki

, but in my eyes, it

ly. The absolute terror in her eyes made it

t a nerve?" I asked, my

. No matter how much weight she ha

ing yourself in my arms? Why aren't you calling me 'Dorian' with that sweet voice? You used to

slightest bit of attention. Now, just a single

just another tr

kin I touched seemed to burn her, bringing her nothing bu

n her impossibly narrow waist. I drew cir

still so sm

ared to life, and a sudden, undeniable heat

p metallic scent o

ira's face. Blood was tricklin

lity crashin

as no light in them. She was biting down on

forcefully pried her j

creaming a silent vow: If yo

ith all her might to punish

ng anger. I pinched her jaw with brutal

re covered

face, her messy hair spread across the bed. S

suddenly felt boilin

ressed tight. My hands trembled s

jacket, resuming my cold, arrogant p

ted in you back then, and I'm certainly not int

e blood from my hands, and

worthy," simply closed he

mmand to the guards. "Without my permissi

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