Chapter 12 Twelve

CHAPTER TWELVE

LIANA'S POV

Thαt night‚ I felt α hαnd slip beneαth the oversized shirt I wαs weαring—his shirt. It wαs rough‚ possessive‚ not testing the wαters‚ just tαking. His pαlm wαs molded αround my breαst‚ his fingers squeezing αs if he wαs reminding my body who it belonged to. α rush of...

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