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... pering across the wooden floor, cool and worn beneath her soles.
She’d lingered in the rafters all night, wrestling with herself—anger flaring, thoughts pacing, thighs pressed tight until her body throbbed with unspent need.
His words haunted her, relentless: the silver tools, the ropes, the window left open like a challenge she couldn’t refuse.
Moonlight poured through the open window, bathing the room in silver, glinting off the iron bedframe and the rough-hewn walls. < ...
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