Chapter 36. Hold Tighter, Juneberry

“Hold tighter, Juneberry,” Zorak growled, slamming me against the door.

My legs wrapped around his waist. His huge hands gripped my ass, lifting me like I weighed nothing.

“Zorak—” I gasped, voice breaking as he shoved inside me, hard, deep. My back hit the wood. Bottles on the vanity rattled.

I...

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