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R-18 WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATERIAL
WHICH SOME READERS MAY FIND OFFENSIVE,
THE STORY HAS {GRAPHIC SEX SCENES}, NO RAPE
READER DISCRETION IS HIGHLY ADVISED.
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There was a gentle glow emanating from the flickering bedside candle. Faye's body throbbed with an aching desire, a sensation that lingered between her soaking-wet thighs—serving as a reminder of her desperate need for relief.
She wiggled beneath Sterling, who had straddled her. He was staring down at her, expecting her to answer him.
Faye clenched her legs together, trying to quell the needy sensation between the apex of her thighs. Doing so only made it worse.
The Duke had a mischievous grin spread across his lips as he felt her body writhe under him. He asked. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"
"Fine, I'll tell you…" she breathed harshly, her voice strained, "but please release your grip on my wrists. It's feeling uncomfortable."
