Chapter 63 Not like this

Elara’s POV, 

He doesn’t.

His free hand tears at my blouse, and the buttons pop like gunfire, fabric shredding down the front to bare my bra. I buck under him, legs thrashing to get his attention, but he rips my shorts next, exposing my thighs. My panties follow, yanked aside and torn off, leaving...

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