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CHAPTER 12

LIANA'S POV

That night‚ I felt a hand slip beneath the oversized shirt I was wearing—his shirt. It was rough‚ possessive‚ not testing the waters‚ just taking. His palm was molded around my breast‚ his fingers squeezing as if he was reminding my body who it belonged to. a rush of heat shot straig...