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augh, but the the cruel kin

ep. The sound of his vicious laugh hit me in the chest, wrapped

chair just to stay on my feet. My nails dug in so h

ook another slow sip of whiskey. The sunlight caught the glass an

ke we were old friends sharing a joke, "I k

uld he refer me as his love? I just met him. My heart st

my mouth... closed it... opened it again. The only thing that

knew. Ava Vance. Leon's perfect little doll with the perfect ring and... you know- " He paused

so hard I almost th

nto me. I knew something was off but I di

. He leaned back against his desk, arms folded, and jacket pulling tig

killer heels and that tiny dress?" His tongue touched his lip, slow. "Come on, sweetheart. I s

so hot I couldn't tell if I wanted to cr

ugh and broken. "Why the hell

looked up with those big needy eyes, and asked, real sweet to be wrecked." His smile got sharper. "

oving every second of w

rug. I almost went down hard but caught mys

id, voice cracking

s fumbling for t

me, smooth as silk,

e heiress Ava Vance caught in secret sex club.' Ohh! I can see it now. Those pretty bruises

e handle. Ice poure

d aroun

s dangling from his fingers, and sunlight

" My voice came ou

t room. The air got thick with cedar, smoke, and the smell of last night still

ing off his body. I had to tilt my head back to look a

gerous. "Three courses. You show up to every si

gether in my head. "What the hell does tha

ar, breath hot and slow. Goosebu

e whispered. "You're gonna be my person

exploded i

med against the doo

o crawled into my bed. Begged me to choke you, and make you scream. Oh,

pped a hand over my mout

y kill you," I hisse

e guy you picked to do it with." He tilted his head, showing fake sympathy. "How do you think

the. The walls

arm beside my head. His smell filled m

e the end of you. I'll send everything. Photos. Videos. Audio. You sounded s

fast, but they fell anyw

good girl. Keep quiet. Open those legs when I say. Your marriage stays

him. Tears k

e the war was

loor, hands shaking so bad

I spat, voice

. The air out here felt cold and thin. My heels echo

ed after me, la

omorrow, M

tion: pale, shaking, mascara

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