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Breed Me, Daddy Alpha - Chapter 92
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... on the table during an interrogation.
Then she slid into the stool across from me, crossed her arms on the counter, stared into my sin-stained soul, and said—so casually it felt like a trap:
"Tell me who the fuck you were fucking yesterday, Lyra."
I choked.
I actually choked.
Not metaphorically. Like, literally. Toast-in-throat. Juice-up-nose. Panic-mode choke.
I smacked my chest. Coughed. Wiped at my nose with my hoodie sleeve like a feral raccoo ...
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