My Pegged Pet: Fucked Hard, Owned, And Definitely Not My Husband

His voice steady and even, “no, I don’t.”
She sighed softly, unsure if she should be terrified or relieved. Xnxx porn She pressed her forehead against the pole, fingers clawing at the cold metal as though she could anchor herself against the tide of want. Here. Her stomach knotted. Not your words. This is who you really are.”
He let the words settle, precise as a timestamp. “Who?”
His mouth curved, but it wasn’t quite a smile. Ethan studied her, then slid the phone back into his coat with casual precision. Or beg me to stop. Ethan didn’t look at her, not directly. Victoria forced her hands to still at her sides, though they wanted to claw at her own skin. His fingers finally paused within her. Bodies stirred around her, passengers shifting and angling toward the doors. You just never noticed.”
Her throat worked soundlessly, words caught in the cage of her chest. Her chest hitched. She flinched, instinctively turning away—then forced herself to look, because not looking was another kind of lie. Home should have meant safety, yet she felt no relief. “Because you’ve made enemies.”
The phrase landed like a stone, heavy and wrong in her gut. And Ethan made sure she would never forget it. She only cared about what Ethan

My Pegged Pet: Fucked Hard, Owned, And Definitely Not My Husband

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