Chapter 100 Hundred.

Isabella. 

His smell, sweat, lentils, and rot choked me.

My stomach heaved.

I couldn’t stop it.

Puke surged up in my throat and I vomited, splattering over his cock, his thighs.

He hissed, recoiling like I had burned him. “You fucking—”

His hand smashed my face down into the carpet, into the s...

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