Elena slumped on the bench, her body a canvas of welts, wax remnants, and drying fluids, chest heaving as aftershocks rippled through her. Marcus and Alex untied the last ropes, but their grips on her arms kept her from collapsing fully.
'Not done yet, slut,' Marcus murmured, hauling her to her feet. Her legs wobbled, knees buckling, but Alex steadied her with a firm hand on her waist, fingers digging into the bruises forming there.
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Can get you seriously addicted and wet😉
Alex and Marcus are 2 mafia and dom in nature whereas Ellena in an absolute sub
Can get you seriously addicted and wet😉
Alex and Marcus are 2 mafia and dom in nature whereas Ellena in an absolute sub
Can get you seriously addicted and wet😉
She’s been dreaming of his death for weeks. Same time. Same corridor. Same boy whispering, “Don’t choose me.” The problem? She hasn’t met him yet. But when he transfers to her college, she knows the way he tilts his head when he lies. She knows the scar on his wrist. She knows the exact sound his voice will make when he’s about to break. Because she’s seen it before. In every dream, they fall in love. In every ending, one of them doesn’t make it out alive. And the worst part? Sometimes, in the dream
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