Chapter 11 THE PHANTOM’S SKETCH

CHAPTER 11: THE PHANTOM’S SKETCH

IRIS'S POV

"Oh my God... fuck... that feels so good."

The words are a jagged sob, ripped from my throat as I cry out loud into the empty, shadow-filled room. I arch my back violently against the hard wood of the chair, my spine curving like a bow as I slide my fin...

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