Chapter 18 RUIN MY ASSHOLE, DADDIES! 2.

Damon’s voice rumbled against my ear. “Bedroom. Now.”

Malik half-carried me through the connecting door. The bedroom was darker,black walls, king bed with black sheets, a single red bulb overhead. A padded bench waited at the foot of the bed; cuffs dangled from chains on the headboard. My stomach f...

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